Thank you scarletcat969 for another wonderful review. Love you bunches. *offers yaoi cookie* So, I have decided on who would be joining our berry duet. I give you a hint. He's hot, muscular, and called the Sexta. Reviews feed my creativity.

I do not own Bleach, nor do I profit from this story.

Ichigo glanced around the moonlit sands as he headed for Los Noches. The remaining structure looked abandoned as the light from the moon washed out the white and made it glow. He was close to it and it was a good thing as he felt the exhaustion pulling at him. He flash stepped the remaining distance and walked in, heading for the closest tower. Everything was blindingly white as he headed down the hall and opened the first door he found.

It was an empty room and he quickly walked in. There were faint traces of a familiar reiatsu, but the occupant was long gone. 'Lay down, Aibou. I will guard you while you sleep.'

"Arigato, Shiro." Ichigo murmured as he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, passing out immediately. Shiro slowly materialized beside the man he called his partner and King. He sat beside him and ran gentle white fingers through orange locks. Soon, they would be two separate entities, an evolution was approaching them quickly as their powers peaked. Ichigo would forever look 21 matured a few years early by the burdens he had been forced to carry, his age locked eternally as his power continued to surge and build. Shiro laid down behind his King and curled around him protectively. He would not leave his side for anything if he could help it.

Grimmjow was irritated. His hunt had not gone well as a foreign, but powerful reiatsu, had driven all the smaller hollows underground. It would take a little while before they would emerge again. Grimmjow ran a hand through his blue locks in aggravation as he sonidoed back to his tower of Los Noches. He stiffened upon entry, his territory had been intruded upon. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders, preparing himself for a fight. The blunette quietly stalked his newest prey and slinked into his room. He stopped short in surprise as he took in the sight in front of him.

There on his bed, lay a hollow, and the only shinigami he respected. Ichigo Kurosaki had awakened some dormant instinct that Aizen had buried. His electric blue eyes took in the orangette before shifting to rest on his inverted copy. Shiro's gold on black eyes locked with Grimmjow's blue and a rumbling hiss worked its way up from deep in Shiro's chest.

Grimmjow grinned at the sound and walked closer to his bed, staring down at the pair as he dropped his jacket to the floor, leaving his upper body exposed. He toed off his sandals next before speaking. "This is my bed. Scoot over or get out. I'll share for tonight since I'm too tired to fight over it." Shiro stared at the blue haired male for a few moments longer, evaluating the threat he presented before sliding back on the big bed and pulling Ichigo with him.

Ichigo huffed at he movement and rolled over to face his pale copy, burying his nose in Shiro's chest and slinging an arm over his hips as he settled back into sleep. Shiro hugged the berry closer to himself in response as Grimmjow slid into the bed behind Ichigo. Tomorrow would be soon enough to find new accommodations.

Grimmjow waited until Shiro had fallen asleep before scooting closer to the orangette and spooning him. He purred as he buried his face in the shinigami's neck and breathed in his scent deeply. Raw spice of power and a heady musk was his reward for his effort.

Short, I know, but I will endeavor to make them longer soon.