What the Daylight Holds

Disclaimer: My name is Anemone. If I knew fluent Spanish, Grimmjow would constantly flirt with Ichigo in that language, but alas, high school Spanish taught me nothing. And in case you're wondering, I do not own Bleach.

Dedicated to Sly, the sunshine that chases my gloom away.

Chapter Two

"No." The firmness with which this was stated rang through the room. Ichigo crossed his arms, the scowl on his face deepening.

"Oh, don't be such a kill joy, Ichigo." Rukia pleaded.

"I'm not doing it." Those brown eyes hardened with resolve.

"What aren't you doing, Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime asked as she entered the room and planted herself in Rukia's lap, earning a dazzling smile from the raven haired girl.

"Ask Rukia," was the only answer Ichigo gave the chestnut haired girl.

"C'mon, Ichi-brat-." Grimmjow began to purr.

"That voice won't work, Grimm." Ichigo said getting up from the floor and walking out of the room.

Rukia released an exasperated sigh. "Go talk to him, would you Grimmjow?"

A small smile graced the Espada's lips. "Don't worry, I'll convince him." With that, he followed the orange haired teen into the hallway.

()()()()

Grimmjow pressed Ichigo against the cool wall. The orange haired boy had gotten exactly three steps from his bedroom door when the blue haired male grabbed his wrist and slung him against the hard surface.

"The fuck are you doing, Grimmjow?" Ichigo spat.

"Trying to persuade you." The man murmured against Ichigo's pulse.

Whatever comeback the boy had was washed from his mind as a hot tongue began to lap at the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Dammit," Ichigo inhaled deeply. "That's not gonna work." He hissed through clenched teeth.

Grimmjow snorted, smirk evident in his voice as he said, "Oh really? Your knees are shaking, brat."

It was true. Whenever Grimmjow attacked his neck, Ichigo always turned to putty.

"That doesn't matter! I'm still not doing it!" Ichigo's voice rose an octave in pitch.

"Don't be so defensive, Ichi," Grimmjow purred as fingers twisted orange locks. The youth bit back a deep moan.

Grimmjow released the patch of skin he had been sucking, which now bore a dark red mark, and captured the boy's pouty lips in a kiss. The hand that had been entangled in orange tendrils began to drag fingernails down a toned chest. The destination of said digits happened to be Ichigo's belt buckle.

Once rough lips fused with his, everything else in Ichigo's mind disappeared. The only thing he knew was that he had to kiss back. He needed it. So, when Grimmjow undid his pants, freeing his half-erect member, Ichigo did nothing but draw the Espada's tongue deeper into his mouth.

Grimmjow couldn't help but smile. It seemed his brat had finally taken his advice and stopped wearing underwear. He must've gotten tired of constantly having to replace them when Grimmjow ripped them off. Electric blues darkened with lust as skilled fingers wrapped around the younger male's member.

Slowly, Grimmjow's nimble fingers began to pump Ichigo's member, quickly bringing it to fully erect status. Once Ichigo's cock began to weep, the pace of the strokes changed to slow, tantalizing ones. When the Espada wanted something, he was more than capable of delivering dazing pleasure ever so slowly.

Small whimpers that were beyond his control began to escape Ichigo's lips. This only caused Grimmjow's smirk to widen as his sly tongue continued to plunder the boy's mouth. His erection strained against the constricting material of his tight jeans, but he would ignore it, at least until he got what he wanted.

"Grimm, please, I need more," Ichigo's voice was hoarse with pleasure. It sent a shiver of excitement down the Espada's spine.

"I'll gladly give you what you need, Ichi-brat, but you know what I want in return." His voice was laced with that irresistible purr. Electric blues met chocolate browns, and Grimmjow smiled as the resolve melted.

"Fine, I'll do it," Ichigo said before Grimmjow captured his lips in a fiery kiss.

Grimmjow lifted Ichigo so that the boy's legs wrapped around his waist. Needing no preparation, he undid his pants, freeing his engorged cock and began that first slow thrust into his berry.

"Mmm, yes," Ichigo moaned as he felt the Espada slide fully into him. He dug fingernails into the man's shoulder as that second thrust connected with his prostate.

"Does that feel good, Ichi?" Grimmjow asked.

Ichigo found it annoying that the bastard could still be so cocky when he was feeling such intense pleasure.

"You know damn well that it does, Grimmjow." Ichigo had meant for it to sound pissy, but instead the words were laced into a moan and his back arched as an orgasm raced through him.

Grimmjow's thrusts became sharper. He was ready to slip into the abyss of pleasure, but he wanted Ichigo to be the first one to go. The hand that wasn't bracing the wall wrapped around Ichigo's member, delivering fast jerks.

Ichigo gasped "Grimmjow," as the blue haired male began to trace the shaft of his member with those experienced fingers. It all felt too good, the pleasure was too much, and to make things worse, Grimmjow had latched onto his pulse again. With yet another deep moan, Ichigo spilled his seed onto the Sixth Espada's hand.

Grimmjow was quick to follow the Shinigami's actions. With a shout of "Ichigo," Grimmjow spilled his seed into the young boy and tumbled into the world of white.

Ichigo tried to regain his breath as Grimmjow pulled out of him. He felt the hot cum seep from his tight entrance and down his thigh. He looked up to see electric blues tracing the fluid's path.

"Come on, brat," Grimmjow said as he resituated his clothes and watched his lover do the same. "You know Rukia hates waiting."

As if on cue, the raven haired girl's head poked out of the bedroom door. "Did you manage to persuade him?" She asked with a knowing smile.

"Yep, he'll do it." The blue haired male confirmed.

Rukia's silver blues danced.

()()()()

Ichigo and Grimmjow entered the room five minutes after Rukia had come to check on them. The pair plopped down between Rukia, who had Orihime in her lap, and Karin, whose head was resting on Toshiro's shoulder. Nnoitora sat silently on the other side of Rukia, visible gray eye surveying the couples.

"Are we gonna do this or what?" Karin asked. She looked incredibly bored.

"I don't think you should be here for this, Karin." Ichigo's tone was that of the "big brother" voice.

"Oh come on, Ichigo, everyone's doing it," was Karin's retort.

"And if everyone jumped off a bridge, would you do it?" Ichigo questioned.

Karin snorted.

"Can we not have this argument? Just let her try it." Rukia begged.

"Keh, fine." Really Ichigo had to develop an immunity to Rukia's eyes.

"Do you know how to do this, Grimm?" Rukia turned sparkling blues onto the Espada as she handed him the coveted bag from earlier along with a stack of small papers.

"Yeah," Grimmjow said, taking the objects from her. Ichigo let out a shocked gasp.

"How-?" He began.

"You pick up a lot when you spend the day with Urahara Kisuke."

Ichigo sighed. "Of course."

The orange haired youth watched as Grimmjow's skilled fingers began to roll the green herbs into the paper. This, like most things about his blue haired lover, fascinated him.

"Alright, here," Grimmjow said, handing the joint over to Rukia who whipped out her Chappy lighter and lit it.

"Alright, it goes puff, puff, give, and if you mess up the rotation-" Rukia began.

"We'll cut you?" Orihime asked.

"I don't think we'll go quite that far, Hime," Rukia said. "But I will get pissy."

"And you won't like her when she's pissy," Orihime warned.

()()()

The more experienced members of the couplings- Rukia, Grimmjow and, surprisingly, Toshiro- were the first ones to take a puff of the herbs deciding that a shotgun would be the best way for Orihime, Ichigo and Karin to experience their first hit.

Rukia inhaled deeply, releasing the smoke into Orihime's willing mouth. Really, there was no need for this since Orihime had just as much experience with the drug as her raven haired lover, but it was an excuse for an electrifying kiss afterwards.

Grimmjow was next to inhale, exhaling the puff of smoke into the open mouth of his orange haired lover, who gave a violent cough as he exhaled. His efforts earned him a congratulatory kiss from the blue haired male.

Toshiro's long drawl from the joint and lingering kiss as he exhaled the smoke past Karin's waiting lips earned a look of affection from everyone in the room, excluding Nnoitora.

When the joint was passed to Nnoitora, the tall Espada simply took a few puffs and stated "I've had better," through the puff of smoke that escaped his mouth.

"So," Rukia began. "Obviously Orihime, Grimmjow and I started this little habit with Kisuke." A slender polished nail pointed at Nnoitora and Toshiro. "But how did you two get started?"

Nnoitora smirked. "How else do you think Ichimaru spends his time? And why do you think Ulquiorra is always so damn dull?"

The snicker that went through the room grew into full laughter. "What about you Toshiro?" Rukia pressed.

The turquoise eyed Captain drew in a huge breath, preparing for a long story. A hand swept through white locks as he said, "It all began back when I first attained the position of Captain. You see, I quickly realized that when we aren't in the midst of a war or something equally exciting, being a Captain of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads is boring. So-."

"You took a trip to the World of the Living for a change of scenery." Karin finished.

"Yes. While there, I met these members of a band. They liked my style and asked me to join them." Turquoise orbs seemed distant. Toshiro had slipped into his memories.

Karin's brown eyes were curious. "What was this band called?"

"We were known as Bakaru: Candy for the Soul," he said with a fond smile.

"And you smoked a lot of pot?" Orihime blurted.

"Tactful," Nnoitora murmured under his breath.

"It was our muse." Toshiro confirmed with a nod.

"Why did you break up?" Rukia asked, slim brow rose in curiosity.

"We lost our poetic ethic," the white haired male said.

"In other words, the weed ran out and you couldn't write any more." Grimmjow said with a smirk.

"Basically, but my explanation sounded better."

()()()

Rukia's eyes danced with amusement and pride as she watched Ichigo take a drawl from the joint. "My little Berry is growing up!" She gushed.

Ichigo glared at his raven haired best friend. "Shut the hell up, Rukia."

"Don't you love the situations we thrust Ichigo into, Grimm?" Rukia's silver blues were aimed at the Espada.

"Honestly, Rukia, I just like the situations where I thrust into the berry." Electric blues filled with amusement and a perverted smirk tugged at his lips.

Ichigo glared as a crimson blush spread across his cheekbones.

()()()

They finished off the weed, all feeling buzzed and giddy.

Ichigo got up from his position in Grimmjow's lap, walking over to the nightstand.

"What are you doing, brat?" Grimmjow questioned.

'We might as well have some of this," Ichigo said producing a bottle of green apple vodka. "Courtesy of Renji."

Rukia gasped. "How did you get him to get you that? I've been begging for some for months!"

"Tch, you'd be surprised what the redheaded pineapple does when Ichigo bats a lash," Grimmjow said.

As Ichigo made his way back to his lover, bottle of vodka in hand, he felt a sharp slap to his sensitive ass.

"What the fuck, Jiruga?" Grimmjow growled, electric blues growing murderous.

"What did you expect me to do? When I see something I want, I go for it." Nnoitora said, perverted smirk playing with his lips.

Grimmjow growled even louder, ready to dump the Gigai and smear Nnoitora into a stain in Ichigo's hardwood floor.

Ichigo placed a calming hand on his lover's shoulder. "Calm down, Grimm," he soothed placing a gentle kiss to the man's lips. Grimmjow melted at the contact, anger momentarily forgotten. "I think I know someone who Nnoitora will like much better than me." Ichigo's brown eyes shone with excitement.

"I highly doubt there's anyone that can compete with your beauty, pet." Nnoitora's voice dripped with sugar and seduction.

"We'll see about that," Ichigo said. He dropped down on the floor beside Grimmjow, closing his eyes.

"What are you doing, Ichigo?" Karin asked.

"Just shut up and watch," Grimmjow shushed all further questions. He knew what his brat was about to do. He had been with Ichigo when the technique was perfected.

With an intake of breath, Ichigo summoned all of his twisted Spiritual Pressure. It enveloped him then widened until it covered the whole room.

"Just come with me dammit!" He pleaded.

The Spiritual Pressure began to congeal in one spot, vaguely taking on the shape of a human.

"Jus' what was so damn important, King?"

Nnoitora's visible eye widened and a lecherous grin spread across his face. "Holy shit! It's an albino berry!" The Fifth Espada had the look of a kid who just got everything he wanted for Christmas.

"Nnoitora," Ichigo began, casting brown eyes around the room at the confused expressions. "Uh, and I guess everyone else as well- meet Hichigo Shirosaki. My inner Hollow."

Shocked gasps filled the room.

()()()

To Be Continued.

AN: I swear, I will never withhold an update this long again. College swooped in and I got a little sidetracked, but I'm back, so don't fret.