Oh god you guys, don't kill me! I had a dream about this story and it came to be! So, please enjoy This Winding Road!

Ichigo paced nervously, eyes flicking down to the two car-seats he had sitting on the couch.

Twin mops of bright, unruly blue hair greeted him, both boys sleeping deeply besides their fathers nervous disposition. Ichigo smiled despite himself, brushing a hand over their heads.

They were his lights, Grimmshank and Kurogane. While they hadn't been planned, Ichigo loved them more than life itself and would never give them up.

He sat down, burying his fingers through his long orange hair as he thought back to that night.

Just over a year ago, Ichigo had gone on a long trek through the Netherlands on his motorcycle Zangetsu, a beautiful Harley he had saved up for since he was a small boy.

His three best friends Yasutora Sado aka Chad, Renji Abarai and Shiro Kurosaki (Who was also his twin brother) had gone with him, making the trip all the better. After much begging from Shiro, the group had made a stop in Amsterdam, soon being swept into the bustling nightlife and fun of the city.

A blushing Chad was dragged into into the red light district by a mob of women, Renji following them with a grin and "I'll make sure he isn't molested!"

Ichigo laughed,waving them off before turning to his twin. "So, what should we do? We could go to that cafe…" He mumbled to himself, Shiro's inverted eyes lighting up.

"Oh, King! lets go to a pub! Get some drinks in ya!"

Ichigo frowned. "Shiro, you know how I am.."

The older twin rolled his eyes, pulling the orangette along by his arm. "I'll watch ya, just loosen up."

Sighing in defeat, Ichigo smiled softly and hugged his brother from behind, nuzzling the back of his neck. Shiro laughed and carried him to the bar.

It wasn't long before Ichigo was swaying, Shiro cackling at the current karaoke singer on stage who was belting out Ke$ha's We Are Who We Are. Ichigo laughed and sang along, swaying his leather covered hips as he danced in his chair.

He wiggled a bit too much, his chair falling back and Ichigo going with it. But instead of hitting the floor, Ichigo collided with a wall of warmth, his cocoa irises looking up to find the most beautiful blue hair he had ever seen.

"So pretty.." He mumbled, vision swimming when the man grinned. It was a heart stopping grin that took Ichigo's breath away.

The man sat him back up, smirking at the drunk male. "Better be careful, don't want a pretty boy like you getting hurt."

Ichigo's intoxicated brain knew he was blushing deeply now, but was unable to stop it. Instead, it elected for stammering incoherently. "I, uh… er...Hi." He choked out weakly, grinning sheepishly.

The sex god grinned down at him, taking a seat next to the boy. "Hey yourself. Got a name?"

He tapped the bar, signaling for a beer. Ichigo nodded dumbly for a second before realizing he needed to tell him. "I-Ichigo. You?" He flushed as deep, searing aqua turned to look at him.

"Grimmjow."

The hotel door slammed open, Ichigo whimpering as Grimmjow attacked his neck with tantalizing nips and kisses.

His sinful hands were currently cradling Ichigo's thighs as he held him up, Ichigo's legs wrapped around his waist.

The leather groaned in protest as they bucked and ground against each other needily, Grimmjow depositing Ichigo on the bed before helping him out of his clothes and returning his lips to his neck. The redhead laced long fingers into Grimmjow's surprisingly soft baby blue hair, panting heavily as Grimmjow left a trail of hickies down his chest, sharp canines teasing sensitive pink nipples.

He felt his dick jump as the boy let out a long sultry moan, grinning wider.

He soon made it to Ichigo's crotch, confirming that the curtains indeed matched the drapes.

The males own erection stood proudly in front of Grimmjow, the head an beautiful, angry red, leaking heavily as he whimpered in embarrassment.

"Ah… G-GRIMM!" He nearly screamed as Grimmjow slid his length into his mouth, Ichigo's back arching as he came immediately.

Grimmjow chuckled at the nickname, swallowing down the tart seed. "Well now."

He moved Ichigo's hands, kissing him deeply as he dug into his back pocket for his lube. Coating two fingers, he slid them into the boy, rewarded with another delicious moan from him. Scissoring them, he pumped his hand in and out as he stretched his smaller lover, Ichigo letting out a strangled cry as he brushed his prostate.

Grimmjow soon added a third finger, Ichigo's squirming letting him know the boy was ready.

Pulling his fingers free, he pushed off the rest of his clothes and dug into his pockets, cursing as he realized he had no condoms.

"Yo, berry, you got a condom?"

Ichigo shook his head, the drinks still heavy in his system. If they hadn't been he would have known to look for some.

Shrugging, Grimmjow coated his length in lube and lined up with the boys hole, groaning as he slid into him. Ichigo gasped, legs shaking at the pressure from being filled so fully.

"B-big… ah, Grimm, it hurts!" He bit his lip, Grimmjow littering kisses along his jaw to distract him.

It seemed to work, Ichigo relaxing enough to let him go deeper until he hilted in the boy.

"Damn Berry, yer tight! You a virgin or something?" Ichigo hid his burning face, nodding as Grimmjow's eyes widened a bit.

"Damn, why didn't ya tell me, berry?"

He kissed him gently on his lips, Ichigo sighing as their tongues tangled. Grimmjow grinned as he felt two tongue piercings, pulling his hips back before snapping them forward, the orangette crying out into his mouth.

Grimmjow didn't break the kiss, sucking on the younger males tongue as his thrusts grew harder and deeper with each turn, the bed rocking heavily.

Grimmjow was soon plowing the redhead into the mattress, the wood of the bed frame groaning before it suddenly snapped and broke clean in two, the motion forcing Grimmjow deeper into Ichigo.

He screamed as he came, eyes rolling back as Grimmjow hissed, his dick being milked for all it was worth.

He climaxed deep inside Ichigo, sweat pouring off of them both.

Trying to catch his breath, Grimmjow looked down to check on his fling, finding that he had passed out completely. He let out a breathy chuckle, pulling free with a small pop and hugging him close on the ruined bed. "Damn…"

Ichigo woke alone the next day, blushing as he dressed and quietly left the hotel.

He met up with his brother and friends, dodging any questions and insisting they leave. They left that very day, Ichigo unable to get that piercing azure gaze out of his mind.

He was appalled to find out a few months later after returning to Japan that their coupling had resulted in him getting pregnant, his doctor Kisuke Urahara expertly dodging a flying chair.

"H-how?! Urahara, I'm a MAN! I can't-!" The grinning man cut him off.

"Ne, Ichi-chan, thats not true! Remember when you tested those hormone pills for me? I had no idea they would result in you bearing children but here they are!"

The man smirked behind his fan, obviously lying.

Ichigo sighed and sat down, rubbing his temples. "I don't want them."

Though Urahara's eyes were hidden by his hair and hat, Ichigo could tell they had narrowed. "Ichigo, you don't mean to…?"

"No, I won't get an abortion. I want to put them in a good home. I'm not ready to be a mother… er, father." He mumbled, looking away.

Urahara sighed, lowering his fan. "Alright, but can you at least wait to decide till their born?" He pleaded, Ichigo looking at him for a bit then nodding. "Alright."

The next few months passed quickly for Ichigo, who found he actually didn't mind his growing belly and the swell of pride he got with each good check up.

He ignored the strange looks and hurtful comments he got from people in passing and was in tears when his family and friends gave their full support.

He gave birth in the middle of the year, the boys born a few days before Ichigo's birthday.

As he lay there holding both bundles of beautiful blue, he knew he could never ever give them up. He would do what he could to support the boys.

Ichigo raised his head as Urahara stepped from the back of his shop, smiling. "I have the information you requested Ichi-chan! Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, aged 26. Lives in Kyoto. He's a german/Japanese mix. And he was checked into the hotel you spent the night at, only one with natural blue hair."

Ichigo sighed in relief, smiling as he took the paper and looked it over.

"Can you drive me there? To meet him? I… I'm afraid of doing this alone."

He worried his lip, fingers now tugging at the loops of his frayed black jeans.

Urahara nodded, smiling as he looked at his massive assistant Tessai. The man nodded. "I can watch the shop, go ahead."

Ichigo beamed at them, turning to grab the boys and their things as Urahara grabbed his car keys. With help from Tessai, they were soon on their way, Ichigo shaking a bit with nerves.

How would Grimmjow react to the boys?

All done! Wow, this is my longest chapter so far! Well, read and review guys! They feed this sakura princess!