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This is probably one of the fastest chapters I've ever written! Yeah me! First I'd want to thank PanteraFang, Misc. Ink, murumuru, darkstar7789, 19Gaara19, zop doop, GrimmjowXDJaggerjack and Hullusinaatio for you're amazing reviews! (^0^)/ And to everyone to Alerted and Favorited this story!

Oh and to those who are trying to figure out what Ichi's mission is , I dropped a small hint about what some of it is in the last chapter. I wonder if anyone noticed it. PM me if you do and I'll let you know if you're right! \(*o*)/

Half beta-d by my best friend who calls herself PurpleTiger!

Warning: Major sexual content, strong language, some OOCness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did then Grimmjow and Ichigo would be together having numb-blowing sex every second. Plus Orihime and Ulquiorra would have been together by now.

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The rattling of his cell door roused Ichigo from his slumber. His dreams –or rather his nightmares- were filled with the broken faces of his sisters; the denial both of them held firmly in their hearts and his father's ever strong belief in him. After a while, they appeared as people who he no longer knew. And they no longer knew him. They might have well been strangers in his head. Or maybe those random people that you'd pass countless times on the street on your way to work. Either way, those people he once called family were no longer anything to him.

Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.

"Tensa Zangetsu, get up! You haven't gone for a shower today. Either you go now or the first shift in the morning. Take your pick", the guard in front of the cell said.

Sitting up, the orangette spoke, "What time is it?"

"It's eleven meaning that this is the last shift of the night."

Sighing, the chocolate eyed man knew exactly what that meant. If Grimmjow was serious about his offer, then going there now would be accepting it. At the same time, he needed a distraction from what had happened earlier that day. The blue haired shut-call was more than just attractive and his startling sapphire eyes promised a twisted mixture of pain and pleasure. Ichigo was more than willing to get lost in the man's arms but he still had a lot to do. The man was a part of his mission, so it was best to get cosy with him now. But if he ruined things with Grimmjow at this point in time, then his fate was sealed in this hellhole forever.

"I'll go now."

"Fine then come on."

Unlocking the cell, the guard pulled it open before shutting it immediately as soon as the prisoner was out. They walked in silence to the bathroom. The place wasn't so far that things got awkward. Conversation with psychopaths weren't really something that the guards allowed themselves to partake in. When they arrived, the guard became the lookout so as to stop other sentries who were known for trying to rape the orangette from getting in. Ichigo had at the beginning taken his showers at lunchtime because there was usually no one around. However, a few guards picked up on his pattern, using the information to corner him. Luckily, he was strong enough to take them all out; but that was only possible because they didn't carry any weapons such as the standard issued stun gun. After that incident, Aizen had assigned a sentry to watch over him as he bathed. It was in some sense kind yet unbelievably creepy.

The orangette undressed in the wooden locker room attached to the showers. Each locker had the prisoner's name and ID number written on it, fitted with a combination lock in order to avoid any unnecessary altercations over possessions. Ichigo wondered why his name was written 'Tensa Zangetsu, 001500' instead of his actual one. The other inmates seemed to have theirs. Apart from Grimmjow who had 'PANTERA' engraved across seven lockers. His didn't have any bolts. He guessed that no one was stupid enough to try and steal from the man.

Naked, he moved forwards through the door and was instantly blinded by the amount of steam in the room. Every shower head was on, shooting out scalding hot water onto the pristine white tiles. The coffee eyed male couldn't see around him but he could feel another's presence; more than likely to be Grimmjow's. Every inmate knew that the shut-call bathed in the last shift, so many tried to avoid going if they wanted to live. Only the other Espada came to the last period but that in itself was something that rarely happened. However, judging by the lack of sound tonight, it was one of those nights.

Moving cautiously, Ichigo crossed the showers over to the far side where he was sure he'd find the shut-call. Light humming caught his attention, forcing him to still. He didn't know the song but it was nice to say the least. He vaguely pondered on whether or not Grimmjow let his defences down in the shower. It seemed to be the case seeing as how the man hadn't notice the orangette was there yet. He then took bolder and longer strides towards the man. Not entirely sure of where exactly the shut-call would be against the wall but once he got there, he would just walk along the sides until he found him.

"Now who's the brave fool, who's trying to get me while I'm relaxing?"

The mocha eyed male instantly froze. Shit, he was careless. How could he forget that this man was a well-known killer with instincts that were of his namesake?

"I suggest you leave now. I'm in a bad mood so I won't hesitant to end your worthless existence", Grimmjow's voice rang out again.

Licking his lips deviously –oh how he was going to enjoy this- He took a few more steps until he saw the man. Grimmjow was seated on the floor, his strong back against the wall and eyes shut. His wild blue locks were plastered onto his broad shoulder as well as some strands on his face. Droplets of water slid down every crevice on his frame. His perfectly chiselled body was clearly defined by all of its solid muscles, gained for years of training and experience. The same could be said for his powerful legs that were crossed Indian-style. However, the most striking thing about the man which Ichigo hadn't seen before was the large purplish-red scar that adorned his torso. It stretched from right side of the pelvis up the centre of his chest and ending right under his collarbone. The whole thing mark was probably about a couple inches wide but started off thin at the base. One would think that it was a disfigurement that stole some of the man's appeal, though in Ichigo's eyes it made the man more appealing.

Again he moved so that he was right in front of the man. He could see the muscles rippling under the surface of the cyan eyed man's skin. He knew that he was just waiting to attack. So Ichigo did the one thing that he knew the man would not expect. He placed himself over the shut-call lap, wrapping his legs around the man's waist and locked his arms at the thick neck.

"When I open my eyes and you're not who I want you to be, then consider yourself a dead man."

Almost tauntingly, Grimmjow's overwhelming blue orbs snapped open. For a second, they blinked repeatedly. His mouth slackened a little at the sight before him. Maybe the steam was getting to his head because there was no way in hell that his orange haired fantasy was seated on him. Had Nnoitra gotten some other inmate to dye their hair for him? It wouldn't be the first time. There was a point when he told the one eyed male that he'd wanted to screw someone with purple hair and it was provided. Maybe his eyes were still seeing his desire's face because of the daydream he was just having.

"…Kurosaki?" He asked, making sure that there was no indecision in his voice or tone.

"Pantera?" The amber haired male questioned, arching his eyebrow.

The electric blue haired male let a playful smirk weave onto his lips. "Didn't expect you to show after what happened earlier."

"I didn't think so either."

"So shall we get started then?"

Ichigo felt the man's hot erection against his ass. He forced down the blush that threatened to cover his face. "Let's get one thing straight first."

"Which is?" He said absentmindedly. He was far too busy running his fingers along the man's bodyline.

"I'm not letting you fuck me."

Grimmjow's lips curled into a snarl, his razor like teeth bare; his hands gripped the smaller man's hips painfully. "So then why the fuck did you come here? I could take you here right now and there isn't shit you could do about it!"

The orangette knew that if he messed up this chance then he would get no other. He needed the man, not only for pleasure but for his mission as well. But sleeping with him now would ruin everything. The cerulean eyed male wouldn't want him later on when he was really needed. Even if the toffee eyed male's entrance twitched every time the older man's length pulsed next to it. This was another game that he had to play carefully. One wrong move, he's out.

Leaning forward, Ichigo brushed his lips against the man's ear. "Let's save that for another time. I want to give you the best fuck you've ever had. And I don't want it to be in a prison shower. I want it to be in a luxurious hotel bed where I'd ride you until you're milked dry."

His tongue darted out of his lips and ran along the shell of the ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth. The hold on his hips lessened, turning into feather-light touches. The taller male suppressed a shudder that wanted to rake through his frame. For the shut-call, it had been a long time since he was this aroused. God help him he didn't blow his load there and then, just with a few simple touches.

"What do you mean in some hotel bed? Are you planning to break out this place?" Pantera asked idly.

The amber haired man smirked inwardly to himself. He didn't think the man would fall for his bait so easily. Despite what was said by the other inmates, this man was as bright as the damn sun and as quick as lightening. He had heard countless times from his friends – former friends- in the Gotei 13 that Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was a force to be reckoned with. Not only was he intelligent and drop dead handsome but he was a charmer, good with words, a real people's person. Which many had believed was why he was able to surround himself with such a beautifully diverse group of people.

"Something along those lines I guess."

"And why would you be telling me this? Need my help with it?" The shut-call smirked.

'Hook, Line...' "That's exactly why I'm telling you."

Grimmjow's large callous hands slid down the other man's body, taking the soft bottom into his hands kneading it tenderly. Their voices came out in soft purrs, both under the influence of the pleasure they provided with only delicate and restrained caresses. Ichigo's slender fingers danced on the wet blue hairline, twisting locks. Brown clashed with blue. The endless sky colliding with rich earth. Eyes forced wholly on the other almost as if they were measuring each other.

"The librarian and the stripper, that's what you are", the shut-call's fingers rubbed the gap in between the other's lower cheeks mischievously, enjoying the look of bliss that glazed over the orangette's face. "So why exactly do you want my help? You seem pretty able by yourself. I mean you are Tensa Zangetsu are you not?"

"Because you're bored in this place", Ichigo huffed lightly, pressing their chest together, enjoying the friction it created against his nipples and also erect length.

"And how do you know I'm bored? Hm?"

"You often stare at the sky, wanting to get out of this place and take the world by storm. The same way you had before the arrest", he lifted himself a little allowing the man's fingers more space to play. "I know the true reason you even allowed yourself to be caught in the first place. And that was because you were bored as well. You never told it to the other Espada but they somewhat guessed it. That's why they arrived here two months after you did."

Grimmjow ran his finger over the coffee eyed male's puckered entrance as he chuckled. "You're a smart kid Kurosaki. You must have done a lot of research on me to come up with that. But you're right anyway. The question now is: will I help you?"

"I want you to help me. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that you do."

The last part of the sentence came out in a hiss. Ichigo tilted the lower half of his body, so that he was able to slowly rub their erections together. The blue haired male groaned lowly at the delicious friction it caused. The raw feeling of their skin rubbing alongside each other was something that neither had thought would bring about this amount of satisfaction. Not just from their most private areas touching but everywhere. The azure eyed male's hands in between the other's butt cheeks, the orangette's now steady grip on his shoulder while the other hand was entangled in the surprisingly velvety blue tresses. Their breaths came out in short pants, the steam in the bathroom cloaking and hugging them like a glove. Their eyes half-lidded with lust.

"I like the sound of that", the shut-call breathed. "Show me what you're capable of then."

"If I do that", Ichigo murmured, speeding up his hips only by a little. "Wouldn't you be the only who'd get to enjoy themselves?"

Grimmjow tipped forwards so that their lips were only an inch apart, so that they were able to feel the other's hot breathe fan out over them. "Believe me when I say this, I will make sure that you enjoy yourself. Thoroughly. I wanna see what you're face looks like as you moan out my name…Ichigo."

His name came out in an animalistic growl type purr. God he hated how luscious his name sounded rolling off the taller male's tongue. Ichigo would have lost himself right there; wanting nothing more than to have the man take him over and over again until he didn't have the capability to recall his own name. However, he was no such fool which allowed himself to get caught up in fickle emotions.

"Sounds like a deal…Grimmjow." 'And Sinker.'

Silence fell among them. Again, they assessed each other, this time trying to determine whether or not what had been agreed on was worthwhile. Was it worth the risk of trusting each other all for the sake of simple but guaranteed mind-numbing pleasure? Was it worth the risk of putting their lives on the line for a simple taste of freedom again?

Yes. Yes it was.

Lips crashed against each other hungrily, teeth and tongues wrapping, skidding. Grimmjow bit the orangette's lower lip, drawing blood, sucking the elixir of life into his body. Ichigo's tongue slapped harshly onto the other slick appendage, playing the game of thrones, the game of total dominance. Exploring each other's moist maw, mapping out every nook and cranny they could find with the saying in mind, 'leave no stone unturned'. Nothing could stop their heated dance, not even the lack of oxygen, something as essential as that seemed unimportant at that moment. All that mattered was being there, in each other's arms.

The kiss broke as Grimmjow pressed the toffee eyed male to the wet tiles and braced his arms above those soaking amber locks. His eyes scanned over the younger male's frame, feeling his length growing harder at the sight he took in. Those wiry mile-long legs were partly widely, giving him full view of a trembling erection and winking entrance. A mixture of sweat and water glistened off his body from the bright white overhead lights. His thin toned arms were still entangled in the shut-call's hair that fell passed his face like a curtain. Blood dribbled down his chin from those lovely bruised lips which were opened slightly. His cinnamon eyes were now hooded with even more lust, if that was even possible, and looked as if he were in a daze.

Everything about Ichigo screamed fuck me. But they made a deal. So Grimmjow knew he'd have to wait, no matter how much it killed him to.

"You know Ichigo; you're putting to use all the self-control I've built over the years. You can't look like this and expect me not to fuck you", he whispered, bending down, flicking one of the caramel nubs with his tongue.

"Well we just have to stop that from happening then", the orangette grinned.

Throwing his legs up around the other's waist, he locked them tightly as he rolled them over. Grimmjow had to say that seeing the smaller male on top of him was indeed a sexy sight. He usually wasn't one to be dominated like this but he was dying to see what this man could do to him. His hard, astoundingly cold hands, which Ichigo hadn't felt before, slide up his thighs to his hips; playing with the pelvis bone. The brown eyed man ran his hands up the man's chest, liking the physique that waved under his palms.

"You can touch me you know Grimmjow. You don't need to scared", Ichigo whispered slyly.

The shut-call didn't need to be told twice. He allowed his hands to roam down the small of the man's back, again slipping his fingers in between the crack of his backside. Pressing the pad of his fingers against the redden entrance; he drew a breathy groan from the man. Ichigo grabbed both their erection in his hands, sliding them in a leisurely up and down motion. The smirk on the bottom man's lips widened. He was almost trembling with need to bury his painfully throbbing appendage inside the other's radiating warmth. The orangette began to rock his hips along with his jerks, but it just wasn't enough to sate his desire for the man. He wanted –no he needed- to have Grimmjow within him. He needed to feel that painful pleasure only this man would be able to provide him.

The blue haired man carefully pushed one of his fingers into the inviting core. He stifled a gasp at how blazing and snug it was. The coffee eyed male's walls were slick, dragging his finger further into the hot body. Ichigo hadn't seemed to notice which made the other man's interest spark some more. He vaguely wondered what size the man could accommodate. Withdrawing his finger, he shoved in two, this time the appendages used were his ring and middle finger. The younger man mewled at the feeling, rocking back onto him.

"Grimmjow…" Ichigo muttered breathlessly.

Grimmjow's erection twitched more violently than it should have at the sound of his name coming from the man. Without pulling back his fingers, he searched along the velvety walls for the bundle of nerves that would send the other into fits of pleasure. The amber haired male quickened his pace as he felt the other prod around inside him. Those merciless fingers were doing wonders to him. He loosely fantasised on having the azure eyed man's wide and lengthy erection buried inside in him. He could see himself riding the dangerous man, his head thrown back as the other continuously slammed onto his prostate. However, he was tugged from his reverie when he indeed felt the man's thick fingers graze over his pleasure spot. His inner walls sucked in the limbs, trying effortless to feel that sensation again. But he didn't have to wait extensively as Grimmjow gave the nerves a rough ram. Ichigo's hands around their erections released as he fell forward on to the man. His breathes came out in jagged pant while Grimmjow's name fluttered from his lips. Startled a little, the cyan eyed male glanced downed at the man sprawled chest. The orangette's legs were opened on either side of his own; those fragile looking hands were pressed against the tiles and his orange mane stuck to his face and neck.

"What? Just two hits to your prostate and you're down for the count?" Grimmjow huffed unevenly.

"Not yet. Move back against the wall."

Doing as he was told, Grimmjow leaned on it so that it was just his shoulders and above that were just supported. Lifting his hands of the floor, Ichigo gripped the man's wide shoulders and began to slide his body along the others while he braced his feet against the other's thighs. He made sure that both their lengths were pressed up together, stimulating the each other. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, the cerulean eyed male removed his fingers again before driving three of them in. A loud moan erupted from the smaller male, he hid his flushed face in the hollow of Grimmjow's neck as the said male continued his assault on the puckered hole. Tightening one of hands, the cinnamon orbed male entwined his other in the drenched blue locks, yanking them harshly every time the older man gave his prostate a particular painful jab.

The sound of footsteps echoed lightly in the bathroom, but neither paid attention to it, along with the shutting off of the showers. Wrapping his arm around the orangette's waist, Grimmjow drew the other closer. How was it that something which wasn't sex, happened to be so enthralling and made his body ache with so much need? How was it that this man had such an effect on him? Why was he even playing this little game when he could just take the man anytime he wanted? He chuckled inwardly at the thought that he'd become soft. Glimpsing at the man on him, he couldn't deny that Ichigo was by far the most captivating thing he'd ever seen. Everything about him screamed sex, even his killing style. The first time the blue haired male saw pictures of the orangette's victims, completely distorted without recognition, he'd grown surprisingly hard. Now, doing something like this with that man was like he accomplished his life's mission.

"Tensa Zangetsu! You've been in here too…" The words died in the guard's throat at the sight in front of him.

Grimmjow lifted his gaze and glared at the man. "Leave", he said simply but his voice filled authority.

Ichigo looked back over his shoulder, the guard stilled instantly as he thought he came in his trousers at the sight. The man's eyes were glazed with pleasure which were staring right at him; it made him feel like those eyes were meant for him. The amber haired male's lips were bruised and busted, opened slightly revealing the very pink tongue that hung uselessly in his mouth. He wondered what it would felt like to have those desirable lips around his own harden member. The sentry didn't understand the aching need that flooded his mind and body. As far as he was concerned, he was a healthy heterosexual man with a stunning dark haired girlfriend. But the sight of the shut-call's fingers plunging in and out of that firm, close-fitting ass made him want to pound into it until his balls were dry. Even the sounds the smaller male made had him shuddering to control himself from interfering.

The toffee eyed male increased the speed of his hips when he felt the coil in his stomach contracted agonizingly. At the same time, he eagerly met the fingers inside him. Groans filled the silence room, not caring in the least that the guard was watching him with hungry eyes. Tilting his head upwards, he captured the shut-call's lips in another dominating kiss. Grimmjow smirked into it, shooting the sentinel a triumphant look. Ichigo opened his mouth, letting the other man slip his wet appendage into his maw. This kiss was must different than the first one. It was more sensual, gentle even. Their tongue twisted against each other, caressing and teasing.

Breaking the kiss, Ichigo tossed his head backward. "Grimmjow…Aaah…I'm gonna…"

The sentence was lost as Ichigo half-screamed half-moaned as he came fiercely onto his and Grimmjow's chests. The shut-call's hips buckled against the quivering man, coming just a few seconds after. His growled hazardously, clawing at the orangette's back. His sharp nails dug into the smaller male's skin, yanking downwards creating five vertical gashes. Blood seeped from the wounds but the mocha eyed man didn't seem to notice or care as he sagged comfortably onto the other. The guard watched in awe as the blue haired man's hand turned black, his nails growing into spikes. When the blacken limb reach the base of the Ichigo's back, the hand returned to normal. Baring his fangs, the cyan eyed male sank them into the muscle where the shoulder and neck met; marking his territory. Finally he withdrew his fingers from inside the man.

"Wait outside. I'll dress him", the shut-call said, pulling both of them to stand.

Without another word, the sentry took a few steps back as he turned a fled the room. Smirking, Grimmjow heaved the other man onto his shoulder, lugging him to the locker room. Carefully lowering the smaller male down onto the wooden bench; he grabbed some of the towels from one of his lockers. So as to not wake the orangette from his stupor, the azure eyed male patted him dry. Now that the object of his desire wasn't drenched, he took the chance to marvel over the lithe muscles that were hidden by the tanned skin. But his gaze quickly flicked up to his face, where he roamed over the slightly tinted pink cheeks, half-open cinnamon orbs and parted rosy lips. Despite the fact that Ichigo was a well-known killer, something about the man gave off the aura of that he needed to be protected. Did it have to do with what he'd seen earlier that day? Or was he really getting soft in this place?

Hell only knew.

"Grimm?" Ichigo murmured melodiously.

"Yeah?"

"I'm able to fucking dress myself."

Grimmjow couldn't help chortling but allowed the other to do so. He turned around and moved back to his lockers to dress, giving the orangette full view of his back. Ichigo glanced at the man and took note of the large crooked gothic number six tattoo on the right side of his back. He'd always wondered where the man's Espada mark was.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Sexta Espada.

The title suited him perfectly. Pulling himself to his feet, he gave the shut-call a half wave as he exited the room. The guard flushed at his appearance and walked away quickly. Following leisurely behind, a smug smile twisted onto Ichigo's lips. He just discovered one of Grimmjow's very few weaknesses. And now he had the man wrapped around his finger.

Just as predicted.

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Until next time!