Stray

A/N: Hee! Tank yu everyone for reading and reviewing and faving and alerting! Another lemon coming up! :D

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t own Bleach.

Warning: Rated M for a reason!

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Ichigo woke up the next morning feeling safe and warm, and quite sore. Light filtered through the window into his eyes, forcing him into consciousness. His sight was greeted by tanned skin and sculpted muscles, making him smile sleepily. He had thought it was all some elaborate wet dream due to his sudden attraction to the tom cat he’d rescued, but was thankful that wasn’t the case. As if sensing his mate was awake, Grimmjow stirred and buried his face into Ichigo’s hair. A deep purr could soon be heard from the man. It made Ichigo giggle, to his pride’s chagrin.

“Good morning, Grimmjow,” he murmured softly, looking into half-lidded azure eyes still half-asleep.

“Mmm,” Grimmjow hummed, leaning down to give his mate a chaste morning kiss, before nudging their noses together.

“Are you hungry?” Before Grimmjow could answer, his stomach growled loudly. They’re eyes both widened before darting down to stare at offender, until Ichigo busted out laughing. Grimmjow smiled sheepishly, before chuckling at the cute picture his mate made, rolling around in bed next to him, his face flushed and his tea colored eyes bright with laughter. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” Ichigo managed to choke out as he calmed down.

He rolled out of bed before he continued, “But first, we need to brush our teeth. A shower sounds nice right about now too, and afterwards, I’ll change your bandages.” He grimaced at the feel of dried cum and sweat covering his body. After throwing his sleeping shirt over his head that managed to stay on through last night and collecting the clothes they’d shed, he threw them and the soiled sheets that covered the futon in with the rest of his laundry that will be washed later today. Next, he tugged a gloriously naked Grimmjow out of bed, who grumbled lightly, and dragged him into the bathroom after making sure the coast was clear, limping the whole way.

Turning on the water to the right temperature, he removed Grimmjow’s bandages to assess his injuries. “They look better than they did yesterday,” Ichigo commented, “Another change of bandages today, and you’ll be okay after that.”

The orange haired teen stepped into the shower, looking back at Grimmjow when he didn’t immediately follow. The cat was looking at the water warily. It made Ichigo grin in exasperated fondness. Not even 24 hours and he was already falling for the devilishly handsome hybrid. ‘I really am turning into a woman,’ he grumbled to himself mentally, but strangely couldn’t find it in himself to care, to his pride’s horror. He held out a hand, “C’mon, kitty. The water’s not gonna hurt you. In fact, it feels really nice…”

Grimmjow snapped his head from where he was glaring at the showerhead to his mate at the sensual tone of Ichigo’s voice. So, he wanted to play that way, eh? Grimmjow grinned predatorily when Ichigo beckoned him closer with a crook of his finger and a seductive come-hither look in his milk chocolate eyes. Who was Grimmjow to deny his sexy little mate?

Ichigo suddenly found himself pushed backwards against the shower wall, after being drenched under the showerhead. Grimmjow followed after a moment’s hesitation and ravished his mouth hungrily, greedily. The cat ignored the stinging the warm water produced from his wounds in favor of nibbling on a succulent lower lip with his teeth, before moving towards the delicate shell of his mate’s ear, licking the edge and relishing in Ichigo's breath catching in his throat. The blue-haired male slowly sunk down to his knees, teasing rosy nipples with a flick of his tongue, smirking when his little Ichigo gave a loud gasp. He passed a hairless chest and a taut tummy with heated kisses and nips, taking his sweet time until he reached his goal.

The smaller male squeaked when both his legs were hiked up to rest on Grimmjow's shoulders, his soaked body easily sliding up the shower wall. Large, strong hands firmly gripped his hips in place, and then a sudden wet violent heat engulfed him, dragging a breathless moan from him. He shuddered uncontrollably and clawed at the slippery wall while Grimmjow growled, pleased, eyes glowing wild as he carefully watched Ichigo's face for his reactions.

As warm water rained down on his back, Grimmjow wasted no time and started sucking voraciously; hollowing his cheeks and deep throated his mate. “OH!!!G-Gods, Grimmjow...huhh! Yes!" Back arched, Ichigo stuffed a fist into his mouth to try and quiet his loud moans, just in case.

He didn't want to his family hearing what they were doing if they happened to be home. His flushed visage, however, was the quintessential image of overwhelming pleasure, almost to the point of pain. Grimmjow purred, proud of the fact that he was pleasing his little Ichigo.

The boy's other hand rose shakily to slide through wet sky blue hair, grasping his dominant's head. One particular hard suck made him instinctively arch his back further and tighten his hold, a sharp gasp leaving his lips. "Bad boy, Grimm..." he mewled wantonly, “Naughty…” His hand unfurled and left his mouth, his slim fingers trailing down his neck slowly to play with himself. They pinched and rubbed against his nipples as Grimmjow swallowed at the exact same time. Ichigo moaned, flushed and trembling, utterly helpless against the tsunami of ecstasy fast approaching and threatening to drown him.

The feline continued to purr; the display turning him on further and it made Ichigo shudder again. The boy whimpered and worried his lower lip with his teeth when a hot tongue slowly traced his cock from base to tip, before Grimmjow resumed sucking hungrily. Wet, soapy fingers nudged and teased Ichigo's little pucker, making him whine, before slipping in easily. "MNNAAHHHN~!" he wailed breathlessly, the fingers pressing relentlessly against his prostate once they found it. "Grimm! P-please...! Mmh...D-Don't...don’t tease me..." he begged, a pretty blush staining his cheeks. “I-it hurts when you tease me…” He shook his head a little for emphasis, eyes pleading and glistening with helpless desire. His seme growled, before he gave a final suck and pulled away. Grimmjow's fingers slowly retreated as well, rewarded with a soft moan before he pulled the lean legs off his shoulders and stood.

Lidded cerulean orbs flashed with animalistic lust. The cat licked his lips predatorily and rumbled deep within his chest when he saw his little mate shiver. A tender kiss followed, the younger male gently sucked on a hot, wet tongue, letting out a soft moan when he tasted himself. Grimmjow then turned him around and bent him over a bit, his cheek and hands pressing against the shower wall.

The hybrid braced a hand against the wall above his head, the other on his hip, and spread his legs wide with his foot, nuzzling his neck lovingly before pushing into soft, tight velvet. "Huuhh!" Ichigo exhaled sharply, bronze eyes widening. He felt like such a slut in this new position yet secretly loved it, grinding himself back on to that long, thick cock as much as he could and bit his lip again. The larger man gave a husky groan, and set up a hard pace, just how his submissive liked it. A constant stream of whimpers and mewls followed as Grimmjow fucked him into the wall, thrusting roughly into that deliciously tight heat. The other large hand snaked around to stroke Ichigo's own achingly hard arousal. "Ha~aah...nah-ahh...!" the teen gasped.

“Mine,” Grimmjow husked, biting him where he had last night.

He screamed in delight as Grimmjow reached his prostate, leaving him trembling and wanting more. "Yes! Yours! Please! A-ah!" His seme snarled, and complied to his desperate plea, striking his sensitive sweet spot with brutal accuracy. "*OH*! S-so good…Grimmjow!"

The larger male’s cheek rubbed against Ichigo's soft one, as he continued to pound into the wet, beautiful, submissive body below him, claiming it as his once again. He felt his mate tense then, the hot passage tightening around him as Ichigo let out one final hoarse scream when he came. The pressure that had been building up inside of him this whole time had finally reached its limit, and suddenly erupted as he yowled his own release.

They both sagged against each other and began sliding down towards the floor as Grimmjow's knees gave out, the wall being their only support. After several moments, the feline pulled out carefully, a grunt escaping him. He stood up slowly, lifting Ichigo up as he went. Once the orange haired teen came down from his pleasant sex high, he began to wash them both, taking care to avoid Grimmjow’s wounds when he could and thoroughly cleaning himself, inside as well as out. His mischievous tom cat helped with that.

After their rather hot and steamy shower together, that had nothing to do with the water temperature, Ichigo dressed himself and re-bandaged the hybrid, and then looked for some clothes that would fit Grimmjow. Then, he was faced with the task of teaching Grimmjow how to his brush his teeth with the spare teal toothbrush he found (the irony of the color didn’t escape the teen), and the flustering experience of explaining of how use the toilet when he needed to. Grimmjow finally understood after scratching his head for a little over the better part of 15 minutes, and proceeded to do his business right in front of Ichigo as a demonstration, which just made the boy all the more flustered for some reason, even though he’d already seen all of him.

When he was done, Grimmjow flushed the toilet and washed his hands with soap, not letting the water run when he wasn’t using it, just like his mate told him to. He turned to the teen after drying his hands on a towel, blinking when Ichigo smiled at him fondly.

Ichigo just shook his head when the cat tilted his head a little, blue eyes alighted with curiosity. Grimmjow was so…cute. He sighed, resigning himself to the fact that his inner woman was there and not leaving anytime soon, up and about and gushing over his new lover. “All right, off to the kitchen. I think we have some canned tuna around. I’ll make you a tuna sandwich.” Grimmjow’s ears perked up in interest when he heard the word tuna. He hadn’t had good tuna in…well, he never had good tuna ever, only scraps in the garbage cans of his alley way.

The teen pulled him into the kitchen, where three more humans sat around a table already eating. It put him on edge, not knowing who they were, until the big dark-haired male exclaimed, “My beloved son!” Suddenly, he leaped towards Ichigo in a spinning kick.

Ichigo was ready for it. Just before he could retaliate though, Grimmjow pounced and kicked his dad away, crouching in front of him defensively, baring his teeth and claws, and hissing. If he’d been a regular cat, Ichigo was convinced he would have seen his back arched high and fur bristling in hostility.

Before things got out of hand, he moved behind Grimmjow and placed his hands on the hybrid’s tense shoulders, massaging them soothingly. “It’s okay, Grimmjow, it’s okay. That’s just my annoying dad. He does things like that all the time. Says it’s to keep my guard up in order to become a man,” he snorted at that last bit, but it did the trick. Slowly, Grimmjow relaxed and straightened up, his eyes still on the man sitting up and rubbing his head.

“Ichigo! Who is your new friend? He has quite the kick!” Isshin waved his arms around to emphasize his point.

“Dad, this is Grimmjow. I found him in an alley a couple blocks from here. He was injured so I brought him back here and patched him up. Is it okay for him to stay with us?” Ichigo asked calmly, pinning his dad with a firm, yet pleading, look.

Isshin was surprised, but smiled softly in understanding before bursting out into tears of joy and shouting. “Why, of course you may keep him, my darling son! MASAKI!” Suddenly, he grabbed a bewildered Grimmjow in a bear hug and ran towards a large poster of a woman, who the cat guessed, was the one called Masaki. “My dear wife! It had finally happened! Our son has finally opened up and has found a companion! Better yet a mate! A strong and virile one from what I heard from them last night and in the shower this morning! Oh, I can’t until the house is full of their kittens!” Ichigo promptly punched him in the face out of anger and mortification.

“Stop talking nonsense, you senile old man!” his face flushed an angry red. Meanwhile, his sisters were making their way towards Grimmjow, who was now free from Isshin and watching his mate rant and beat up his father, who was still shouting to Masaki about how he was going to be the best grandpa ever to Ichigo’s kittens. One of his black ears twitched when one of the girls cleared her throat, making him turn to see them standing a little ways away. The brunette was twittling her fingers nervously and the black haired girl, the one who had cleared her throat, was scrutinizing him with a critical eye, her arms crossed across her chest. He cocked his head to the side before crouching down to get to their eye level, sniffing the brunette first which made them both tense, before she giggled, relaxing when she realized he wasn’t going to attack her.

In a spur of the moment, she glomped him, surprising him, and scratched him under his chin, making him involuntarily purr. “Aww, you’re just a big old cat looking for a home, aren’t you? I’m so glad Ichi-nii found someone to keep him company!” she chirped.

“Not old,” Grimmjow frowned, which only made her giggles louder, drawing the attention of Ichigo and a defeated, but still happy, Isshin. Karin was still a little more cautious, but after a moment, she walked up to him and patted him on the head, giving his pointed ears a good scritching that had also made him purr like crazy. “I guess as long as Ichi-nii’s happy.”

“Look, my beloved son! It seems your sisters also approve of your new mate!”

“Oh, shut it, goat face,” Ichigo scowled lightly, giving his dad one last kick before making his way over to them. He yelped when he was pulled down to sit on Grimmjow’s lap, making Yuzu laugh again and Karin smirk, while his dad was going off on one of his crazy speeches again to his mom’s poster. Grimmjow’s snickering wasn’t helping any. He punched the hybrid lightly on the arm and huffed with his arms crossed, but blushed a bright red when Grimmjow purred deeply and nibbled at his ear. Damn Grimmjow, and his damn cute quirks.

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A/N: Review please! It’ll make me crank out updates faster! A couple more chapters though. But! A new fic’s coming up after this one’s done. GrimmIchi, too. So, review! :3