Ichigo cursed the sunlight falling on his face. His head was pounding and he felt sick. He was lying on his side, cuddled up against something soft, yet hard and when he moved, he realized he was held in place by something. His eyes fluttered open and he noticed he was cuddled up against Grimmjow.
And Ichigo's left hand was on Grimmjow's hip, so he knew he was cuddled up against a very naked Grimmjow. Ichigo felt he had his boxers on, so he didn't panic, not yet anyway. He was still feeling sick and needed to move since his right arm didn't feel good. But the thing holding him in place was Grimmjow's arm.

"What are you squirming around for?" came Grimmjow's very tired voice.

It was hoarse and oh, such a sexy voice. Ichigo looked up at Grimmjow, who had his eyes closed, but he tightened the grip around Ichigo.

"I want to move, my arm doesn't feel well," said Ichigo.

Grimmjow sighed and let go of Ichigo by letting his arm fall out to the side. Ichigo laid down on his back instead and started moving his right arm. He was right, there were like needles in his arm as the blood started pumping around.

"Go make coffee," Grimmjow's voice was still raspy and Ichigo felt a shiver go down his spine.

"Why should I make coffee?" huffed Ichigo.

"Because I'm a guest in your house."

"An uninvited guest," mumbled Ichigo and turned to look at Grimmjow.

He proceeded to poke Grimmjow hard enough to earn a grunt in displeasure.

"Now get out," he said and poked Grimmjow again.

"Will you stop that?"

"Not until you get out."

Grimmjow grunted as he was poked again.

"You're lying on my arm, so I can't move," said Grimmjow.

Ichigo hurried to sit up, only to have the world spin and he fell back down again. Grimmjow chuckled.

"Dizzy?"

Ichigo grunted and sighed right after. What a bad morning this was. Grimmjow then turned to face Ichigo and swung his right arm over him and tangled his legs with Ichigo's.

"I didn't think of you as a cuddler," Ichigo couldn't help but find it cute.

"Only for you, babe."

Ok, he was NOT cute. Ichigo sighed as he realized he needed a different approach now that Grimmjow really was in his apartment.

"Didn't you want coffee?" he asked.

"I want you more," came the reply.

Ichigo felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

"Well too bad, it's either coffee or I kick you out. Violently."

Grimmjow chuckled but let go of Ichigo.

"Coffee it is then."

Ichigo stood up, carefully as to not make himself dizzy again and he started dressing.

"You always this lazy in the morning?" he asked Grimmjow.

"Naah, just been a long day and night. Not to mention you threw up all over me and then I had to drag your unconscious ass all the way here."

Ichigo blushed.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Don't sweat it. I'm fine and you're fine, so everything is fine then."

Ichigo smiled. What kind of way to look at it was that? When he had dressed he looked at Grimmjow again.

"You're not coming?"

Grimmjow's eyes finally opened and he looked at Ichigo. They looked at each other for a while before Grimmjow suddenly smiled. It wasn't a smirk, but a genuinely warm smile. Ichigo felt his breath hitch and his heart stop. Grimmjow looked so calm and so beautiful, smiling like that while lying in the sunlight. He looked like a very content cat.

"You kissed me last night."

Ichigo felt his eyebrow twitch again at the now ruined picture of Grimmjow. Why hadn't he kept his mouth shut?

"Don't remind me," he hissed.

Grimmjow chuckled and left the bed, stretching his body. Ichigo couldn't help but let his eyes roam over Grimmjow's arms, chest, stomach and following his happy trail before...-

"Put on some damned clothes!" Ichigo hissed and turned around.

Grimmjow laughed.

"What? I know you like what you see. Besides, maybe my clothes haven't dried yet."

"At least put on some boxers if you are going to walk around in my apartment."

And with that, Ichigo left for the kitchen.

When Grimmjow joined him again, he was fully dressed and it seemed like he had even washed his face. Even Ichigo wasn't that diligent in the morning. He handed a cup of coffee to Grimmjow who happily accepted it. They sat down at the table and drank the coffee in silence as Ichigo couldn't help but admire Grimmjow as he once more looked like a content cat.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Grimmjow.

Ichigo looked down in his now empty cup.

"Why do you like me so much? You don't even know me."

Grimmjow looked puzzled.

"Why? Well, I do know quite a lot about you. Not that I've heard it from you personally, but I do know stuff. And ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew I had to get you but I want to know you more."

Ichigo huffed.

"That's just vague. And if you know me so well... What is my favorite color?"

Grimmjow let his head fall to the side.

"That's what I meant with 'I want to know you more.' I only know the basic stuff about you. Stuff that anyone can find out with some digging."

Ichigo looked up at Grimmjow.

"Just like I did some digging on you, huh? Well, I don't really know if I want to get to know you. You seem like a real bastard sometimes."

Grimmjow laughed and Ichigo couldn't help but smile after a while. Maybe, just maybe, there was something about Grimmjow that Ichigo could fall for.

The TV was on in the background as Ichigo was cleaning the apartment. He had really neglected his apartment over the month that he had been watching over Grimmjow at the hospital and been stalking his new prey. He then heard the news on the TV.

"A man was brutally beaten to death last night, around the docks."

Ichigo looked up, that's where he had planned to take care of those two idiots that had dared to hurt his Grimm. HIS?! Was he mental or something? Ichigo mentally smacked himself and continued to listen to the news.

"Another man was found close by and has been rushed to the hospital."

Two pictures came up on the screen and Ichigo paled. It was the two idiots. The large one had been beaten to death while the small one was still alive then. But who had...-

"Grimm," Ichigo breathed out as he sat down on the couch.

This was bad.