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The Real King	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Las Noches

　

Ichigo was unable to watch as Grimmjow ate the hollow that had attacked them upon arrival. It touched a part of him he didn�t like and H�tsu suggesting that they �eat as well� did nothing to help. It was a relief to move away from the kill, or rather the puddle of blood that was left, and more of a relief to learn that there was a good chance they would make it to Las Noches and the synthetic food that would keep Grimmjow fed without needing to hunt again.

�You wont need to hunt King, they will come to you,� H�tsu pointed out. �Unless, of course, you suddenly learn how to control your reiatsu,� he added.

Ichigo scowled, but couldn�t deny H�tsu�s words. Hollows were attracted to strong sources of reiatsu and he might as well be blaring a horn and set up flashing signs to show where he was. It would probably be more subtle.

The other part of their conversation was burning at his mind though. He had never even paused to consider the chance that Grimmjow could miscarry their young if he didn�t eat regularly, and while he was still having problems coming to terms that A) Grimmjow was �pregnant� and B) he was going to be a father, the thought of a miscarry had him deeply worried.

�How weak does he need to be before a miscarriage becomes a possibility?� he asked H�tsu concerned.

�He�s strong,� H�tsu admitted reluctantly, �so a lot weaker than this, but do you truly wish to chance fate and risk your cub King? If you want the cub to be born strong you should feed him daily.�

He fought back a scowl at the thought and wrestled with his moral dilemmas. Hopefully, if all went well, they would find food at Las Noches and he wouldn�t need to hunt.

�And if you can not?� Zangetsu asked.

Ichigo gave an inward sigh. As much as the thought disturbed him he knew what he would do. He wouldn�t want to have to resort to it, but if his child�s life was on the line he would do what was necessary.

�Than I will hunt for him,� he answered reluctantly.

He felt Zangetsu�s approval of his decision.

�My earlier offer still stands King, I can hunt for ya,� H�tsu offered.

This time he couldn�t stop the scowl from crossing his face. There was no chance in hell he was letting H�tsu out. Hell would freeze a dozen times over first before that happened.

�Regardless, we should stop. He needs to rest,� Zangetsu pointed out.

Ichigo glanced over at his companion and noticed that Zangetsu was right. Grimmjow was starting to lag slightly in exhaustion, but was clearly too damn stubborn to request they stop.

Ichigo couldn�t get annoyed because he reluctantly admitted he would be just as foolishly stubborn. Now that he was stopping to notice the world around him, he noticed he was getting ravenous as well. Now would be a good time to stop and rest. Las Noches wasn�t going anywhere and the conversation about miscarrying still weighed heavily on his mind.

He came to a stop and noticed that Grimmjow didn�t protest in the least, in fact he seemed relieved, although he did a pretty good job of hiding it. Ichigo dropped the two bags from his shoulders and quickly dug through the one Kisuke had given him. It didn�t take long to get the little tent set up.

�A portable den, useful,� Grimmjow admitted with clear reluctance.

�Yeah, Urahara�s idea. Go ahead and rest if you want. I am going to grab something to eat and do some studying,� Ichigo offered.

�Just don�t get distracted. I don�t want to wake up because someone is turning me into it�s next meal,�

�I won�t,� Ichigo promised.

Grimmjow crawled into the tent, his reiatsu completely disappearing as he did so. Ichigo wasn�t really that surprised. He knew there had to be more to the material than met the eye. If it hadn�t had some strange properties than it would not have come from Kisuke.

He pulled out one of the meals and set about preparing it while contemplating on which subject he should work on. By the time the admittedly good meal of pre packaged fried rice was finished he had decided and pulled out the appropriate text books.

He tried to concentrate on it, he really did, but after reading the same page six times he gave up. His mind was just not on studying, but rather on the dilemma in the tent behind him.

There was so little about what was going to happen that he understood, and he was honestly just too damn stubborn, and distrustful, of H�tsu to ask. Unfortunately, he knew he could not remain ignorant for very long. The �egg� would be laid in just three weeks, and after that, if he got it right, it would hatch in another four. In less than two months he would be a father.

He wondered what their child would even look like. Would it be human like him or a Hollow like Grimmjow? Would it be a Vizard maybe? He honestly didn�t think it would be human since humans were most definitely not born this way.

Thinking of physiology, did that mean that since he was human that Grimmjow couldn�t impregnate him? As far as he knew Shinigami gave birth in the conventional, well conventional for humans, way. But if that was the case than how had he impregnated Grimmjow? Was it because he was a Vizard and Grimmjow had the appropriate system already in place?

Suddenly he wished he had spent a bit of time with Kisuke and let the man take a closer look at what was going on with him and, more importantly, what he had become. His thoughts turned back to Grimmjow and how the other had been acting since being Dominated.

Would instinct make him act like that as well? If somehow he had been the one Dominated would be he be acting like Grimmjow was now? All submissive and silently asking for permission for a half dozen different things? He really had no desire to find out. Being a father was going to be hard enough, he was fairly certain he did not want to try his hand at motherhood.

Thinking of Grimmjow reminded him all too easily of how sweet the other�s blood tasted and before he knew it he felt himself getting hard and a desire to taste more of that blood rose up quickly within him.

He was use to the urges now, and less afraid of them since it had been explained to him, but the urge had never come so sharply, so strongly, before.

�Now that we are here, there truly is a more pressing danger and your Instinct understands and recognizes this. You should Mate him often King, let other�s know he is yours,� H�tsu spoke up.

�He is right,� Zangetsu added before Ichigo could snap back.

He recalled all too easily how it felt to be inside his Beta, how sweet the other�s blood tasted. Before he even realized it he was moving towards the tent. The need was burning through his blood but he, somehow, still had the presence of mind to curse his hormonally driven, teenage body.

Grimmjow was asleep as he entered the space, but he felt the Espada stir as he settled beside him under the blanket. Blue, sleepy eyes stared up into his own with a slight amount of annoyance, but he was quick enough to obediently bare his throat, showing his submission.

The instinctual part of Ichigo�s mind was pleased at the display and he nuzzled the offered throat contently, nipping it only once to lap at the small beads of blood before deciding to reward his Beta with a quick remarking instead of drawing out the mating and draining the Espada�s energy.

He pulled out the bottle of oil he had wisely packed and gently prepared his silent and sleepily submissive Beta. His instinct was pleased and he felt his groin going painfully tight and desperate for attention.

There wasn�t much room in the tent so he adjusted them accordingly, settling Grimmjow�s hips on a pillow to lift him slightly off of the ground and taking him from behind. He rode him firm and rather quickly, making sure his scent was all over his Beta and refraining from drawing too much blood. The scent of blood would only serve to attract others.

Release came quickly and he untangled their bodies shortly after. He had barely adjusted them into a comfortable sleeping position before he noticed Grimmjow was once more deeply asleep.

Ichigo took longer to fall asleep as his instinct was slow to climb down. It always felt so strange to him when his Instinct reared up. It was almost like being in a living dream and a part of him feared it while another part was just happy that some part of him clearly knew what it was doing.

Instinct is what had gotten him through so many of the trials he had faced, and he found Instinct at least easier to trust than H�tsu.

�I am your Instinct,� H�tsu huffed irritably in his mind.

�So is Zangestsu,� Ichigo countered sleepily.

�No, he is your reason,� H�tsu huffed.

�Whatever,� Ichigo muttered, too tired and sated to get drawn into an argument.

He wasn�t sure when he fell into slumber, but he woke up when he felt Grimmjow shifting in his arms. The Espada slipped out of the tent in an obvious attempt not to wake him.

He stretched and yawned before flopping over to take up more of the meagre space. It was clear that Grimmjow wanted some alone time and Ichigo was more than willing to give it to him.

In all honestly, he was still surprised at how well Grimmjow was handling this whole situation. He had expected to have had to fend off a furious Grimmjow half a dozen times by now, but it would seem the Arrancar was slipping into his role with a surprising amount of grace. He wondered if he would be able to do so had their situations been reversed.

�He�s smarter than you King, he knows better than to fight instinct. Ignoring your Instinct here will lead to a rather quick death,� H�tsu spoke up sleepily.

Ichigo sighed, but silently conceded the other was right.

�You are learning well, Ichigo,� Zangetsu assured him. �But H�tsu is right, you must learn to embrace your Instinct while here or you may die or lose your child,�

That made him feel better for all of a minute. As much as he wanted to give Grimmjow some much needed breathing space, staying in one place for too long was both dangerous in such a wide open location and detrimental to their mission. Las Noches was their target and he hoped they would make it there today. Distance was almost impossible to judge here, but he was fairly certain they should make it by evening, or what passed for evening around here.

He stretched and exited the tent. Grimmjow was nearby, looking off towards Las Noches but the Espada did turn his attention to him as he approached.

�Hey,� Ichigo greeted him. �Did you sleep well?�

�Yeah,�

�I am going to pack up and grab something to eat before we head out. How long do you think it will take to reach the city?�

�We should make it by evening,� Grimmjow answered.

So his estimation was right, they should make it by evening.

He took down the tent and packed everything away. It didn�t take long and he grabbed a quick meal before they started walking once again. They walked in silence for several hours, Las Noches slowly growing as they approached it.

�So, which end of Las Noches are these meal things kept?� Ichigo asked.

�From here, the east end. Szaeyl�s labs are more North so hopefully we won�t run into any of the Shinigami trash that freak mentioned,� Grimmjow grunted before casting a look Ichigo�s way, �but I doubt it unless you suddenly learn how to keep that reiatsu of yours in check.�

�Oh, right,� Ichigo blushed embarrassed before stopping to set down the two bags.

He rooted through the one Kisuke had given him and quickly pulled out a simple, black cloak. He pulled it over his shoulders and tied it off before pulling the hood up.

�Better?� He asked.

It must have been working because Grimmjow was looking at him stunned.

�Tshu, bloody scientist,� he muttered in annoyance.

�There is another one in here if you want it. It might not be a bad idea since we have no idea if there are any sensors or other devices set up around the perimeter.�

He could see the dilemma play out across the Espada�s face before Grimmjow finally sighed and held out a hand. Taking that as a yes Ichigo handed him the second cloak and watched as Grimmjow reluctantly pulled it on.

Ichigo was never the best at sensing reiatsu, but for some reason he was always in tune with his friends. It was rather unnerving to have Grimmjow�s presence suddenly vanish right before him and he decided he definitely didn�t like it.

�How do you think he feels King? Until the Cub is born you are his only real form of protection and reliable source of food,� H�tsu pointed out.

�The sooner we can get that food for Urahara-san to replicate, the better,� Ichigo muttered aloud.

All three of his companions made an agreeing sound and they continued on their trek through the sands.

　

　

He couldn�t help it. No matter how hard he tried he constantly kept looking out of the corner of his eye to assure himself that even though he couldn�t feel him, Ichigo was still right there beside him.

It was disconcerting and he couldn�t wait to get this mission over and done with. Truthfully, he didn�t care about the food packets. His instincts yelled at him to find a safe den to hole up in, and instantly Ichigo�s room came to his mind. He scowled and tried to force the image away, but it didn�t work very well and, he realized in disgust, that he was once again staring at Ichigo out of the corner of his eye.

�I can�t wait until this shit is over. As soon as the Cub is old enough to fend for itself I swear I am going to throw him to the ground and let him feel just what it�s like to be Dominated and feel all this submissive, insecure, Instinctual bullshit,� he snarled. �One week down, three to go until the cub is out.�

Despite himself, he wrapped a hand around his stomach under the cloak. His stomach gave a twinge as he felt the budding reiatsu respond to his own. He gasp and stumbled as he felt a sudden drain of power come over him.

�Grimmjow?� Ichigo called concerned.

�I am fine,� he snapped, but the end cut off in a gasp.

The cub was drawing his power, feeding from his own reiatsu and draining him to form itself. Dear Kami it was a very unpleasant feeling to experience, like he was being drained of his life force at a rather alarming rate.

�Fuck,� he cursed.

The meal he had eaten the day before had fortified his strength, and now it seemed that the Cub was taking that strength for itself to grow.

�Grimmjow?� Ichigo asked again.

�I am fine,� he snapped again, forcing himself to stand up straight. �No wonder so few make it to the end. I had no idea the cub would draw this much from me,� he thought worried.

He instinctively knew some things, but he had no idea about how the rest was actually suppose to go. He had no idea that the Cub would be drawing this much of his reiatsu. He needed to feed again soon and despite himself, he found that the idea of getting to Las Noches, and the pre made meals that Aizen had forced them to eat, very appealing.

�Unless if you want to go hunting, I suggest we keep moving,� he snapped at a concerned looking Ichigo, forcing himself to stand up straight.

Ichigo seemed to think about it for a second, before giving him a look that suggest the Shinigami was about to suggest something that Grimmjow knew he wasn�t going to like. And by the looks of it, Ichigo knew he wasn�t going to like it.

�I got a suggestion,� Ichigo offered hesitantly.

�What?� he ground out.

�I can uh, get us there real quick if I switch into my Bankai and uh�.�

�Are you fucking suggesting you carry me to Las Noches?� he demanded half in shock and half in furry.

�It will get us there a lot faster,� Ichigo shot back, �and we know there is food there,� Ichigo paused, his head cocked to the side like he always did when he was listening to his Zanpakuto and/or Hollow.

Despite himself he felt his back stiffen. Things that involved H�tsu generally didn�t turn out well. He felt his back stiffen even more when Ichigo looked at him with a fresh look of determination.

�You need to eat and soon. So either you can let me get us there quickly, or we can stop and you can eat right now,� Ichigo said firmly.

He felt disgust well up at the threat. There was only one way for him to eat right now and he sure as hell was NOT doing that again. As much as the thought of being carried sickened him, the thought of feeding from Ichigo again was far more sickening.

He found himself growling in anger, but in the end he had to concede that Ichigo had a point. He was once more nearly completely drained and his hunger was growing desperately, so much so that the thought of feeding from Ichigo was actually half tempting.

He felt his disgust rise at the back of his throat and he forced himself to swallow the bile that threatened to come up before given a reluctant nod of his head. It was humiliating, but far less humiliating than being forced to feed from the teen.

Ichigo nodded his head and drew his blade. It was beyond strange to watch Ichigo change before him with a call, and yet feel not an ounce of the surging reiatsu that washed from the hybrid. Ichigo stood before him and they just looked at each other for a moment before Ichigo took a step forward and grasped onto his shoulder.

�I am going to go all out, so hold on tightly,� Ichigo warned, bringing a hand up to his face.

�Chu, like any speed you could��

He never got to finish his sentence as the horned mask came down over Ichigo�s face and suddenly the world was in a blur. He gasped in shock as the walls of Las Noches seemed to race towards them and the wind whipped their cloaks about. He had no idea Ichigo could travel this fast and once more he realized the teen had been holding out about his true abilities during their sparing matches. It was a silent and rather firm reminder as to just how powerful Ichigo truly is.

He barely had time to finish cussing the hybrid before they were suddenly bursting through the walls and coming out of the shunpo, if that was even what Ichigo had used, onto the sand under the false sky Aizen had built over the ancient fortress.

�Which way?� Ichigo asked, his voice gravely from the mask.

The sound sent a chill up Grimmjow�s spine and it took a moment for him to get his bearing, not to mention even register what the question had been.

�That way,� he pointed.

�Alright.�

�Oi, I can walk from here,� he snapped as Ichigo made to take off again.

Golden eyes bore into his and he found himself gulping and fighting down a nervous sweat. He dropped his gaze submissively and went limp in his alpha�s arm. He had forgotten how much more primal Ichigo was quickly becoming here, more so while accessing his hollow powers. There was just something about Hueco Mundo that called to a Hollow�s instincts.

The world blurred by again and they stopped once more by a service entrance. It took him a moment to gather his wits about him and for the world to stop spinning. He cursed his lack of reiatsu and blamed that for his inability to follow the movement.

�Where to from here?� Ichigo questioned, his voice still gravely.

�This way,� he answered, taking the lead and began the familiar trek through the corridors towards the food storage rooms.

Ichigo dropped his mask, but not his Bankai, and followed him. There was no telling who, or what, they might run into on their way through the castle. It was still rather unnerving not being able to sense the Shinigami standing beside him, but he was fairly positive that, even in his weakened state, he would still be able to sense the others who were rumoured to be here.

He was getting no reading from anywhere in the fortress right now, but that didn�t mean much. Unlike Ichigo, most Shinigami knew how to conceal their reiatsu and in this world of Hollows a Shinigami, even a Taichou, would be foolish to let it flare out. No doubt there were shields set up to cover their reiatsu from long range detection.

Szayel�s lab was a fair distance away though, and Las Noches spanned several hundred kilometres. It was unlikely that they would run into anyone even if the Shinigami were still here.

It didn�t take long to get to the store room and he quickly began to root through the boxes. His hunger was becoming unbearable and if he didn�t eat soon he swore he might actually beg his Alpha to feed him.

Finally, his hands fell upon the right container and he ripped it open to reveal the packet of solidified reiatsu. He had no idea how Szayel made them, and he really didn�t want to know either.

He tore the packed open and tore a large chuck out of the taffy like substance. It still tasted like nothing, but he felt the reiatsu quickly dissolve in his stomach as he swallowed and the effect was similar to eating cotton candy. He finished the first packet and tore into a second. By the end of a third he finally felt full. One was suppose to be a full meal to an Esapda so it just proved how drained he was that he had needed three to recharge.

�So, uh, I take it these are what we are looking for,� Ichigo commented, picking up a packet and studying it. �Do they taste good?�

�They don�t taste like much of anything,� he answered.

Now that his stomach was full again, the need to sleep was coming over him rather quickly. He quickly called up a mental map of Las Noches to determine where they were and felt a small amount of relief to realize they were rather close to his personal quarters.

�Come one, my old room isn�t too far from here,� he ordered, grabbing an armload of the packets.

Ichigo joined him, stuffing the packets into both of his backpacks, filling what space was left in them, before grabbing a few of the boxes as well.

�Lead the way.�

　

　

Ichigo was honestly not sure what to expect out of Grimmjow�s room, but it was surprisingly clean and actually rather bare. It was more like an apartment than a bedroom. The only thing that really stood out in the very organized and clean set of rooms was the large bed in the bedroom. Actually, it wasn�t as much a bed as a sort of nest of large, black pillows and a few blue, fuzzy blankets. It was the only part of the room that wasn�t completely neat. There wasn�t even dust on anything.

Now he wasn�t as smart as Ishida or Kisuke were, but he wasn�t an idiot either. The lack of dust in a room that should have been abandoned for months, especially in a desert full of sand, spoke volumes.

�You are still living here,� he stated in slight surprise.

�Yeah, why shouldn�t I?� Grimmjow grunted, making his way towards the nest.

Grimmjow untied his belt and let the Yukuta slide from his shoulders, catching it at the elbows before pulling it off completely and folding it neatly. He placed it on a nearby desk and crawled into the nest, curling up and sighing in content.

�Aren�t you worried that you might have been discovered?� Ichigo asked.

�Not really. The walls of the Espada�s rooms are reinforced so we didn�t accidentally kill off the lower Arrancar with our reiatsu when we were in a foul mood. Outside this room you can�t feel a damn thing in here,� Grimmjow muttered.

�I see, so I can safely shed the cloak?�

�Go ahead.�

It was a relief to take the thing off. Clearly Grimmjow planned on sleeping, and Ichigo left him to it. Exploring the suit he discovered there really wasn�t much to it. Rather large Bathroom with a huge tub, a comfortable living room with the usual couch, loveseat, chair around coffee table arrangement. There was no kitchen, but he supposed that Arrancar really had no use for such a thing. There was a decent sized balcony but he didn�t dare check it out just in case the reiatsu shield didn�t extend that far.

After checking the place out he walked up to the nest of pillows. Grimmjow didn�t even stir and continued to slumber peacefully.

With a shake of his head, he returned to the living room and started pulling out his texts books and binders. He might as well get some work done while the other was sleeping. Kami knew how long they would be able to remain here or how long they would be able to relax. His experiences led him quickly to believe that moments of relaxation tended not to last very long.

　

　

Really busy, not sure when I will get a chance to update again. Loved the reviews, see you all when I get six seconds to breath and write. I am quickly running out of prewritten material.
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