A few days later

Grimmjow opened his eyes slowly, unsure what he would see when he opened them. He couldn’t remember a lot. There was fighting, then panic and then the axe in his arm, yeah he definitely remembered that, but after that there was nothing but blurred voices and a tingling sensation through his whole body. He blinked staring at the white ceiling above him and frowned. Well, at least he wasn’t dead…unless they had very comfy beds and posters of Japanese rock bands on the walls in hell.

He sat up hearing voices from outside the open door drift in.

“You spoke to your father then Kurosaki-kun?” he heard Inoue ask and tilted his head to the side, curious.

“Yeah, they’re still in America. Yuzu and Karin just think they are on holiday, though knowing Karin she suspects something, she always does,” Ichigo replied, laughing slightly, “I know if we can’t stop Aizen sending them across the world won’t do much good, but I just feel better knowing they are far away from all this,”

Inoue nodded, watching as Ichigo leaned against the wall tiredly.

“Nearly everyone has left town,” she murmured frowning. “When I went to the shops today it was completely empty. Its like people can feel that something bad is coming,”

Ichigo sighed, pushing himself of the wall.

“It’s better this way. It puts less people at risk,” Ichigo announced firmly and Grimmjow rolled his eyes. The teen was always so concerned with other people’s safety.

“You look tired Kurosaki-kun. Why don’t you go lie down? You haven’t slept since Grimmjow was hurt. I can keep an eye on him and I’ll wake you if he wakes up,” Inoue asked kindly and Grimmjow blinked, had Ichigo been sitting with him these last few days?

“No, I need to go back to Urahara’s for a while and see what’s happening…” Ichigo’s voice faded as the two began to walk away from the door of the bedroom he was in and Grimmjow sat up, gingerly putting his weight on his injured arm. He held it out in front of him, running his fingers over the bandages before slowly unwrapping them. He stared down at the almost invisible scar, prodding it with a frown on his face.

He sighed, leaning back against the head board and examining the unfamiliar room, his eyes lingering on the wooden boards over the window to keep the sunlight out. The bedroom had clearly been modified to allow him to sleep in it. He stretched; feeling exhausted despite having been asleep for the last few days and looked down at the scar on his arm again.

He could still remember that feeling of panic at seeing Ichigo at risk. The teen had been distracted, panicking about someone else again and disregarding any threat to himself. Grimmjow rubbed his chest, closing his eyes. He had gone all soft in his old age and all over one stupid kid.

He huffed and rubbed his eyes. He needed some more sleep.

When he awoke again it was to a nervous looking Inoue who was examining his arm thoughtfully.

“Hey,” he said suddenly making her jump. She let go of his arm and took a step back, eyes wide.

“You’re awake,” she stated and Grimmjow rolled his eye.

“Yeah, and I’ve got one hell of a headache….is that normal?” he asked and she laughed, her hands clasped behind her back.

“It’s sort of a side effect of my healing spell; I don’t know why….maybe I’m doing it wrong…” she replied, thoughtfully, staring off into space. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow and pulled the covers back, wincing as his feet hit the cold wooden floor.

“Well thanks for fixing it up,” Grimmjow grunted, looking away from the girl’s kind face.

“It was no problem. I don’t know what I would have done if anything happened to Kurosaki-kun because of me…” she murmured her face sad and Grimmjow glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah well…” Grimmjow shrugged looking uncomfortable as Inoue sat down on the bed next to him. He really hoped she wasn’t going to start talking about her feelings and stuff.

“Kurosaki-kun saved my life…my brother had been turned into a vampire and he tried to kill me... I was so scared, he wasn’t anything like the big brother I remembered…but Kurosaki-kun saved me,” she explained and Grimmjow cursed inwardly, looked like he was going to get the girls life story after all. “He’s always saving me and I always feel so useless to help him. So by healing you I think that at least I’ve repaid a little of my debt. You really are special to him,” she smiled and Grimmjow stared at her with wide eyes, snapping out of his bored stupor.

“What did you say?” Grimmjow asked her and Inoue’s eyes widened as she realised what she had said.

“Ah, no!” she cried, waving her hands around in distress, “I mean…I don’t really know anything…it’s just since I brought Kurosaki-kun back he’s been different…everyone has noticed. But when you came in the other day…he was back to his old self, just like he used to be,”

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at the girl and stood up.

“Life’s a bitch, and it’s even more so the second time around,” he snorted, “Anyway it’s not like I give a shit what he thinks anyway. That brat knows that he’s my prey. What kind of predator would I be if I let some little jumped up fucker take him away from me?” Grimmjow snapped, before blinking at his words realising they sounded a lot more like a jealous confession rather than a declaration to kill and maim. He couldn’t help but notice the little smile on Inoue’s face as she stood and scowled. When the hell had the brat’s friends become so relaxed around him?

“I’ll tell Ichigo you are awake. It’s daytime so you might want to stay in the house, Kurosaki boarded all the windows up so that you could wander around. There is blood in the fridge,” Inoue chirruped, jumping up and bounding out of the room while Grimmjow just stood and scowled.

The same day

“So…how is Grimmjow-san?” Urahara asked from behind his fan and Ichigo felt his eye twitch as his friends all refused to meet his eye.

“Fine,” he replied frowning at the smile he knew was hiding behind that flickering fan.

“Good. You’ve been so busy looking after him we were all worried it was serious,” Urahara continued, ignoring the pissed off vibes he was receiving from his young charge. “I mean you were very concerned…so naturally so were we,”

“He saved my life. I didn’t want him to die,” Ichigo muttered, glaring at his friends, daring any of them to argue against this statement.

Yourichi let out a bark of laughter before turning her attention back to her food and Ichigo felt himself blushing.

“Look, I don’t know what you are all thinking but it isn’t like that. He saved my life. I didn’t want him to die without having the chance to repay him,” Ichigo spluttered and Urahara nodded soberly.

“Yes…and how exactly are you going to repay him?” Urahara asked and Ichigo’s face turned an even darker shade of red. Even his friends couldn’t hide their smiles as Ichigo lunged at Urahara.

“Pervert!” He yelled at his watcher, who giggled gleefully and dodged artfully out of the way.

“Still so vulgar I see, Kurosaki,” Byakuya sniffed, appearing at the doorway to the backroom of the shop that they were all sat in. Ichigo froze, turning to look at the dignified man behind him. His reply was cut off by Rukia, who had leapt to her feet as the man entered.

“Brother,” she cried, bowing awkwardly and the man nodded, offering her the tiniest of smiles.

“Ichigo!” Renji cried, bursting into the room behind his captain and tackling the teen in a bear hug. “Rukia told us everything on the phone! And we are here to save the day!” Renji announced, tightening his grip on the slayer.

“Idiot, who needs a moron like you to save anything?” Ichigo sneered, smacking the other man on the head to get him to relinquish his death grip on him before the smallest of smiles lit up his face. As irritating as he was, Ichigo couldn’t help but be a little pleased to see his friend. “I take it this means you’re going to back us up in this fight?” Ichigo asked, directing his question to Byakuya more than Renji.

The black haired captain nodded, sitting himself down and folding his hands in front of him.

“We have removed several of Aizen’s armies from across the country and have more troops currently taking out others. At least this way his forces are reduced should he breach our defences.” He explained and the group around him nodded. “My division is setting up camp outside; I will brief them when we have decided on a course of action.”

Ichigo nodded, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“You look like shit Ichigo,” Renji piped up, studying his friend. Ichigo scowled and pulled a face at his friend, dropping his hand to his lap and drumming his hand on his leg impatiently.

“I could say the same to you,” Ichigo growled as the door behind them slid open, Ichigo half turned before noticing who was there and jumping to his feet.

“He’s awake!” Inoue called cheerfully, running happily into the room. “Grimmjow-san is awake,” she laughed before freezing at the wide eyed stares of the two military personnel.

“I’ll be right back,” Ichigo muttered, ignoring the protests from his red haired friend and rushing out of the room.

“It would seem you all have some explaining to do,” Byakuya announced into the silence that followed Ichigo’s departure and Renji shifted uncomfortably under the cold stare of his superior.

“Well…” he started gingerly, looking around him for support.

Ichigo walked down the stairs to the basement, listening to the sounds of the punching bag as it was hit. He paused on the stairs watching Grimmjow as he bounced on the balls of his feet, the muscles on his bare chest and arms flexing and moving as he punched the bag.

“You gonna stand there staring all day or did you come down for something?” Grimmjow asked, not even pausing in his brutal assault of the bag.

Ichigo flushed and finished walking down the stairs into the basement.

“Arm’s okay then?” he asked, his eyes firmly fixed on the floor. Grimmjow paused in his punching and glanced behind him at Ichigo. He grunted in reply and punched the bag again.

Ichigo nodded at the reply and shifted from foot to foot before tugging at his hair in frustration.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” Ichigo demanded suddenly. Grimmjow turned around slowly and scratched his stomach lazily, causing Ichigo’s eyes to follow the hand before he blushed again and glanced away. Grimmjow smirked, his head tilting to the side as he watched Ichigo curiously.

“I don’t know,” Grimmjow replied eventually and Ichigo gave an irritated growl.

“Bullshit! Who the hell doesn’t know why they save someone’s life?” Ichigo shouted, staring at Grimmjow’s face, whose usually smirking face was oddly serious as he looked at the other.

“I didn’t fucking think at all. I just saw him and you and I just moved!” Grimmjow growled back, stepping closer to Ichigo until he towered over the teen. “I don’t know what you want from me but that’s all there was to it,” Grimmjow growled. They stayed where they were for a minute, glaring angrily at each other before Ichigo dropped his gaze.

“Look whatever the reason…I wanted to say thank you.” Ichigo muttered begrudgingly and Grimmjow smirked, noticing Ichigo’s clenched fists. “I really owe you,” Ichigo practically whispered and Grimmjow leant down, closing the gap between them even more.

“I didn’t quite hear ya there Ichi, could you repeat that?” Grimmjow laughed as Ichigo scowled even more than usual. This close to Grimmjow he could smell the vampire’s scent, a mixture of blood, metal and something sweet that Ichigo couldn’t quite place. His closeness to the other man was making him feel almost light headed and Ichigo closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the last time he had let the other effect him like this.

“Thank you,” he growled, pushing the vampire away from him and gaining some much needed distance between their bodies. Grimmjow smirked, reaching out to fist the front of Ichigo’s t-shirt.

“What the hell?” Ichigo muttered his hand wrapping around Grimmjow’s in an effort to tug the others hand off.

Grimmjow used his grip on Ichigo’s shirt to pull him forward, their bodies colliding lightly and crushed his lips against Ichigo’s.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was full of aggression and passion with both Ichigo and Grimmjow desperately fighting to dominate the other. Ichigo’s hands came up to tangle in Grimmjow’s hair as the other man let go of Ichigo’s shirt to run his hands down the teen’s body. He grabbed Ichigo’s ass, grinding their hips together and Ichigo groaned into the kiss, biting at Grimmjow’s lips in response.

“See,” Grimmjow murmured against Ichigo’s lips, “I noticed something before when your little witch friend brought me down here,” Grimmjow explained, kissing Ichigo deeply as he lightly tugged the teen’s hands of his own body. Ichigo blinked, feeling Grimmjow pin his arms to the wall either side of him before his eyes widened in realisation of what was in his basement.

“Grimm…” he started before he was cut off by Grimmjow’s mouth sealing his own, his tongue sliding slowly against Ichigo’s own. Ichigo Grimmjow smirked, backing Ichigo against the wall of the cellar, pressing kisses along his jaw before he crushed his lips back onto Ichigo’s desperately. Ichigo grunted as his back forcibly hit the wall and he ran his hands down Grimmjow’s bare back, feeling the muscles flex against his touch.

Ichigo moaned, struggling against the grip on his arms as he felt cold metal encircle one of his wrists. Grimmjow released his mouth, pressing kisses along his jaw and up to his ear as he felt the other manacle click onto his wrist, chaining him to the wall.

“See I saw these and couldn’t help but think how perfect they would be,” Grimmjow smirked, nibbling on Ichigo’s ear lobe.

“Bastard, take these things of me!” Ichigo growled, struggling with the locks on his wrists. Grimmjow smiled, taking a step back to pull at the chains. They were attached to the wall at Ichigo’s shoulder height and forced his arms to be held either side of him. While his arms weren’t pulled tight the chains length was relatively short and sufficiently limited Ichigo’s ability to move.

“I heard that you had these set up so you could question a demon. I imagine they are pretty strong and that without the key, you aint going anywhere,” Grimmjow smirked, moving back in front of the chained up man to ghost his lips down Ichigo’s neck, feeling the teen shudder at the feather light touch.

Grimmjow smirked, reaching out to lightly run his fingers up and under Ichigo’s t-shirt. Ichigo groaned, his head falling back and hitting the wall behind him with a soft thud.

“Unchain me now,” Ichigo gasped, biting his lip as Grimmjow continued to trail kisses down his neck as his fingers teased the skin of his stomach. Grimmjow ignored the request before pulling back and smirking. He grabbed Ichigo’s t-shirt and ripped it in half, leaving it hanging open in tatters across Ichigo’s chest.

Before Ichigo could complain at the loss of his t-shirt Grimmjow’s mouth had moved from pressing hot kisses into his neck to his nipple. Ichigo arched his back, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the wall as Grimmjow’s bit down softly.

Grimmjow gave a hard suck, listening to Ichigo’s soft groans as his hand came up to twist Ichigo’s other nipple. Ichigo gasped as pain and pleasure washed over him and Grimmjow pulled back, smirking and raking his nails down Ichigo’s chest to his stomach.

“Fuck,” Ichigo cried out, shivering as Grimmjow repeated the action, suckling lightly on Ichigo’s collar bone.

Grimmjow’s hands moved then to the waistband of Ichigo’s trousers, slowly dragging the zip down as Ichigo panted at the friction. In one swift movement Grimmjow pulled down Ichigo’s trousers and boxers pulling them off him and tossing them behind him. Ichigo gasped as the cold air hit him and felt his face flush as he was left completely exposed to Grimmjow’s gaze.

Grimmjow smirked, looking at the slayer before him, his shirt hanging open and his chest littered with scratches and bite marks. Grimmjow leant in, kissing the teen again, finding Ichigo’s mint taste strangely addictive. He ground his hips against Ichigo’s who moaned as the rough cloth of Grimmjow’s trousers rubbed against his aching erection. He could feel Grimmjow’s own erection pressing against his as Grimmjow ground against him, hard, his tongue plundering Ichigo’s mouth ruthlessly.

Ichigo leaned forward as much as he could, sucking lightly on the tongue in his mouth. Grimmjow pulled back, letting Ichigo take in a gasping breath, but his hips never stopped their frantic movement against Ichigo’s own. Grimmjow raked his nails down Ichigo’s sides again and Ichigo bit down on his lip to stop himself screaming out against the mix of sensations that were clouding his senses.

Suddenly Grimmjow froze against him and Ichigo slowly opened his eyes, licking his lip tentatively. The metallic tang of his own blood filled his mouth as he realised he had bitten his lip hard enough to draw blood in his pleasure. Grimmjow’s mouth descended on his again, Grimmjow’s tongue following the path Ichigo’s had taken moments before. Grimmjow growled, deep and low in his throat, lapping at the blood that had spilled from Ichigo’s lip before sucking on the wound softly. His hands tangled in the orange locks of the gasping teen below him as he forcefully kissed the teen again, the taste and sent of blood driving him mad. He pulled his head back, Ichigo’s blood glistening on his own lips and smirked down at the breathless teen.

Grimmjow ran his fingers over the open lips of Ichigo, his own smirk widening into a grin as Ichigo’s tongue slipped out to lick the fingers. The teen’s deep brown eyes looked almost golden as he smirked up at Grimmjow, raising an eyebrow at the still man before him as he slowly took the two fingers into his mouth.

Grimmjow’s eyes closed as Ichigo’s teeth ran lightly over the fingers, biting softly at the tips as his tongue rubbed at the digits sensually. Grimmjow’s eyes opened to watch his fingers disappearing in and out of the red heads mouth before he suddenly wrenched them out to pull his own trousers down. He quickly kicked them off, crushing his body against Ichigo’s, grinding against the other again.

Ichigo’s eyes fluttered closed as the familiar pressure began to form in his abdomen. He gasped, his nails scraping lightly on the wall as he felt Grimmjow’s leaking cock press hard against his own. All he could do was moan desperately arching up into Grimmjow’s solid chest for more friction. The cold wall against his back cooled his hot skin, but where Grimmjow was pressed against him he felt almost feverish and still that spring was coiling inside him, tighter and tighter.

“Grimmjow, fuck,” he called out, so close to finding his release when suddenly Grimmjow was moving away from him and Ichigo was ashamed to admit that he actually whimpered at the loss of contact. He opened his eyes to see Grimmjow rooting around in the pocket of his pants before pulling out a tube of lube from the pocket with a smirk.

“I would ask why the fuck you have that, but right now I don’t give a shit,” Ichigo panted, his eyes raking up and down Grimmjow’s body as his hands tugged at the chains, desperate to touch and feel the other man.

Grimmjow grinned, a predatory glint in his eye as he closed back in on the teen.

“Think you feel good now Ichi? That’s nothing. I’m gonna make you fucking scream,” Grimmjow purred, his finger stroking the slit of Ichigo’s penis lightly as shudders wracked the others body.

His hands looped underneath Ichigo’s thighs pulling him up so that his legs were wrapped around Grimmjow’s waist, and his back pressed against the wall.

Using his body weight to pin Ichigo to the wall Grimmjow squeezed some of the liquid from the tube onto his fingers and then he smeared it onto his aching penis, groaning at the sensation as his eyes locked onto molten brown that were watching his every movement frantically.

He traced one finger around the teen’s entrance and felt Ichigo push onto him a little. He smirked and began to pump the teen’s erection as he stuck a finger in. Ichigo tugged at his restraints again, fighting the strange feeling in his ass but couldn’t stop himself from groaning as Grimmjow’s hand sped up on his penis.

Barely giving the other time to adjust to the finger inside him, Grimmjow pushed his second finger in, ignoring the tensing of Ichigo’s muscles that this action caused. Suddenly Ichigo gasped, pressing himself back onto the intruding fingers as pleasure exploded through his body. Grimmjow smirked, brushing that spot again and smiling as Ichigo groaned out his name, pushing his hips desperately against the other.

He added a third finger, and Ichigo hissed in pain. But then Grimmjow hit that spot again and he was moaning again, feeling the heat building inside him again as Grimmjow bit down on his shoulder.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Ichigo demanded, his head pressed against the wall as he panted at Grimmjow’s actions. The vampire smirked and lined himself up, leaning in to lick at the teen’s still slightly bleeding lip as he pushed slowly into him. Ichigo bit his lip hard to stop himself crying out at the pain. He could feel himself being stretched and he clenched his fists in his restraints. Grimmjow was buried deep inside the teen, and he closed his eyes, barely able to restrain himself inside the tight heat of Ichigo. He felt the teen press back onto him then, and he pulled out a little before thrusting back inside him.

Ichigo groaned as Grimmjow began a relentless pace, pounding into him. He could feel his back slamming into the solid concrete wall with every thrust but the sensation was nothing compared to the pleasure that was taking over his body.

Any rhythm they had was lost when Grimmjow wrapped his hand around Ichigo, pumping him in a disjointed rhythm along to their out of control thrusts, drawing another moan from Ichigo’s throat.

“Grimm,” He gasped out, throwing his head back. Grimmjow closed his eyes, feeling the pressure build as Ichigo began to tense around him. He felt the teen come, his body stiffening and Grimmjow pushed himself in again, making sure to hit the teen’s pleasure spot one last time as Ichigo came. He came then, buried deep inside Ichigo, growling in pleasure.

Grimmjow pulled out, smirking at the dazed look that remained on Ichigo’s face as he released the teen’s legs. Ichigo stumbled back, still breathing hard.

“They keys are in the drawer,” Ichigo muttered, gesturing with his chained hand to the drawers in the corner of the room and Grimmjow, too tired to argue stumbled over.

The chains clinked as they fell from Ichigo’s wrists and the teen moaned in relief at finally being able to lower his arms. Grimmjow watched him, a smirk gracing his face as Ichigo looked around the cellar for his pants.

“Fuck,” Ichigo grimaced, his hand touching his back tentatively as very movement laced his body with pain. Arms encircled his waist and he jumped, turning his head to look at the grinning vampire who was nibbling lightly on his neck again.

“Fancy going again?” Grimmjow purred, raising an eyebrow. Ichigo couldn’t help the slow smirk that spread across his own face at Grimmjow’s words but he still pushed the older man away, pulling his now found boxers up his legs.

“Later, I’ve kinda got a prior engagement,” Ichigo told him, tugging the tattered remains of his t-shirt of his body.

“What?” Grimmjow asked, pulling his own trousers on unhappily.

“Saving the world,” Ichigo told him seriously and Grimmjow snorted.

“Can’t you just skip it?” he asked, scratching his ear.

“Not really,” Ichigo smiled sadly, “It’s a slayer thing,”

“Isn’t it always?” Grimmjow muttered, smirking as he slung his arm over Ichigo’s shoulder. “I better tag along, or you’ll end up getting your ass kicked,”

“Thanks,” Ichigo scowled and Grimjow grinned, slapping Ichigo’s ass hard making the other yelp.

“And the only person going near that ass, is me,” Grimmjow growled.

Ichigo rolled his eyes, shrugging Grimmjow’s arm off, before turning to face the tall vampire.

“Same thing applies to yours, Grimm. Don’t think I’ve forgotten you chained me up. You owe me,” Ichigo smirked, turning away from the surprised Grimmjow and making his way up the basement stairs. Once they had beaten Aizen, the real battle was about to begin.

Well that’s it. What started out as a brief one shot grew up into a three part story! Let me know what you think, I’m not sure about the smut in this. I just couldn’t get it right. That and I’m not sure about the ending.

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