A/N: Well, I finally got around to writing this mini sequel that's been in my head since a couple of yu guys wanted one. :3 So for new readers, yu can thank Angelchan2012 and AMLF now known as Becoming-Obsessed for that. :D

Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. :I

Warnings: Yaoi, angst, romance, drabble, potential OOC

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'Where is he? Where is he?' was the frantic thought running around in circles inside Grimmjow's head, urging his legs to run even faster than they already were.

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There! 'Ichigo!'

Pumping his immortal, supernatural body to maximum, the vampire did a quick 45 degree angle turn and honed in on the faint scent trail of his human. Then he found himself plowing through the old rotted doors of an abandoned warehouse...and the sight that greeted him had him seeing red.

There laid his mate, his precious blood spilled all over the ground beneath him from the numerous wounds all over his body, and standing over him like a cocky little shit he was, was Luppi.

"Ah, Grimmjow!" the small, effeminate lunatic cooed, clasping his hands under his chin as his big violet eyes sparkled with deranged glee. "I'm so glad you came for me! Look at what I did for you, I eliminated the one obstacle standing in the way of our love! Aren't you happy? Now we can finally be together!"

When the blunet didn't utter a sound, the delusional nymph blinked in confusion, "Grimmj-?"

Violet eyes widened before slowly looking down to see the vampire's arm through his stomach. He managed to look back up jerkily, tears dribbling down his cheeks, "W-W-Wh-y?"

"When will you get it though that thick skull to that tiny little pea brain of yours," he growled, voice low and rough and frighteningly calm, "I NEVER loved you, you fuckin' crazy piece of shit harpie. The one who holds my heart is currently lyin' on the floor, BLEEDING TO DEATH. This will not be tolerated," the feral blunet cocked his head, twin blue moons blazing with crackling fury and for the first time in his life, Luppi was absolutely terrified, realizing his horrendous mistake too late, "I expect ya to compensate with ya life. Enjoy Hell." With his other hand, Grimmjow grabbed Luppi's face in a punishing iron grip, and with a clench of his fingers, Luppi's head was no more, not even giving him enough time to scream.

Throwing the limp headless corpse over his shoulder, Grimmjow rushed over to his mate, cradling the young man in his arms. "Ichigo..." Anguish twisted his handsome face as tears of blood fell from his cerulean eyes like twin rivers.

He wept silently, carding his fingers through Ichigo's soft tangerine spikes he always adored as he gently rocked the body within his arms. So lost in his pain, he didn't notice that his beloved had awoken until a weak hand rested against his cheek, wiping the bloody tears away. "Ichigo," he murmured reverently, placing soft butterfly kisses against the boy's gorgeous face.

"Grimmjow," Ichigo whispered, tears glazing his clouded amber eyes, "I'm dying, Grimmjow."

"No! I won't allow it!" the vampire hissed, capturing mortal lips with his own.

"I love you, Grimmjow. I always...have..."

"No, Ichi-Please don't leave me. Don't leave me alone," he begged.

"I'm sorry...I don't...w-want to leave you..." Ichigo began to cry.

"Shhh," Grimmjow nuzzled his berry lovingly in comfort as he furiously contemplated on what to do before finally deciding on something, "Hush now, baby. Save your breath. I will fix this, I promise."

"H-How?"

"Remember when I promised you eternity when the time came? Do you still want it?"

"More than anything."

"So be it."

Carefully licking up some of his beloved's blood from a cut over his brow, Grimmjow bit into his wrist, his fangs easily sliced through his flesh before he pressed the open wound to Ichigo's lips. "Drink, berry," he instructed, and the boy did as he was told feebly, gulping down two or three mouthfuls. It wasn't long before his body started clenching up and seizing, a scream tearing from his throat as blinding white pain engulfed his whole being.

Then, blessed darkness.

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A storm was coming. He could smell the incoming rain as he made his way to the open window, dressed in nothing but a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. Leaning a strong sinewy forearm on the windowsill, hard cyan eyes gazed out at the dark pregnant clouds rolling in from the east.

A moment later, two slim yet capable black nailed hands slid up his cold naked chest and kisses rained down onto his neck and shoulder as a familiar heat nestled into his muscled back, making a grin tug at his lips.

Turning around, brilliant azure met exotic gold on black and Grimmjow brought a hand up to cradle one side of his mate's face as he admired how long the other's sunset hair had grown out to gently curl about his waist. Ichigo purred softly, the matching long sleeved pajama top hiding his lean muscles and lithe, slender form as he nuzzled into the large palm while his dominant's other hand held his hip in a possessive hold. Their lips met unhurriedly, Ichigo moaning quietly when his Alpha mate growled and began exploring the inside of his mouth.

They reluctantly broke apart when the sounds of crying were heard and both immortals sauntered over to the cribs set up next to their large bed. "Aw, is someone hungry?" Ichigo cooed as he gently lifted a little being up into the air before handing him over to his mate, then coming back for his grumpy albino twin.

Grimmjow smirked down at the babe in his arms, big inverted blue eyes looking up at him innocently, and he couldn't help but snuffle the baby soft tangerine spikes on the chibi's head, nosing his tiny horns and making the adorable kit squeal and laugh. Jakeru's small bat wings fluttered in joy on his back as his thin tail wrapped around his sire's wrist, the little arrow at the end resting against where Grimmjow's pulse should have been. The tall blunet started up a low soothing rumble as Ichigo first fed one twin, then the other, their bellies full of contentwarmthpeacelove before the two proud parents tucked in their little ones for bed.

A miracle really, considering that it took a lot, a lot to get an incubus pregnant.

It had been a shock to all that when Grimmjow had saved Ichigo, the strawberry blond's true nature emerged, triggered from his vampire's blood. Apparently, Ichigo's kindhearted mother had been a succubus who had fallen in love with a human, his father, and before her untimely death, she had hypnotized Ichigo into forgetting his true nature in fear that he will be discovered and killed (1).

The rest of his family had been gobsmacked when they found out the news as well as the fact he was mated to a sanguisuge, but with time, they've come to accept the truth and the Kurosakis lived out happy, fulfilling lives before death came to reunite them one by one with their dearly missed matriarch, leaving a devastated Ichigo and a solemn Grimmjow to take care of things on Earth.

Now it was decades later and the two had a little clan of vampire incubi of their own to raise in Jaegerjaques Manor, after many, many, many 'feeding' sessions. Grimmjow will forever remember that his precious beta's blood tasted a million times more rich, more exquisite, more sinfully decadent after the feisty incubus has satisfied his hunger in bed, gorging himself on his blunet mate's insatiable lust and eternal affection for him. He loved his vampire lord so.

He was brought out of his reverie when he felt his mate twine his black whip like tail around his hand and press up against him from behind, moaning softly as the vampire nibbled on a pointed elfin ear, his other hand caressing the base of one of his gently curved horns protruding from his temples.

"Time to eat, berry," Grimmjow murmured, giving his ear a lick.

"Mmm," Ichigo hummed in agreement, spinning around to give the tall blunet a quick teasing little kiss before leading the older male to their bed, a mysterious smile on his lips.

He fell back onto the sheets with his bigger mate on top of him, a chuckle escaping before it morphed into a mewl as his husband mauled at his neck lovingly, tilting his head to the side to bare more skin to his Alpha's ravenous mouth.

As the two immortals fell prey to Lady Lust's whims once more, engaging in another many rounds of delicious rutting with stifled gasps and growls filling the room, outside the storm slowly subsided, shrinking clouds parting to reveal the full moon in all her glory, allowing her to watch over her children of the night with a glowing smile on her serene ageless face once more.

Owari.

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1. Unintentional Sex Pistols reference. XD

A/N: Welpz, I was going to write a lemon, but then Ziel cockblocked me. XD Sorry guys! R&R anyway? :3