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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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In the Shadows

　

Grimmjow cried out in pleasure as his body was blissfully tormented by his Alpha before whimpering and burrowing his face into the pillow he was laying against in an attempt to prevent any more embarrassing noises from escaping his throat. Behind him Ichigo continued to roughly thrust into him, his tongue swiping up the blood on his Beta�s back from the claw marks that had been administered earlier during their first round.

He was right, being in Hueco Mundo had affected his Alpha considerably. Ichigo was far more aggressive and confident in his assertiveness here, and as much as it galled him to bare his throat in submission to the hybrid, it was also some of the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. His Alpha was very attentive to his needs and desires.

Ichigo gave off a feral snarl and a yank on his hair pulled his head back, causing his back to arch and his throat to be bared for the teens hungry mouth. Both of them were soaked in sweat and a small amount of blood. It annoyed him slightly that the only one of the two of them currently out of breath was himself. Ichigo had discovered far too many of his pleasure buttons while he never had the chance to learn any of the teen�s. It gave the hybrid a rather strong advantage for these sessions.

�Do you want more?� Ichigo demanded huskily, pausing in his thrusts while his breath ghosting over an ear, forcing yet another shiver of anticipation out of him.

Grimmjow caught sight of the teen�s, golden, feral eyes out of the corner of his own. The teens reiatsu fluctuated wildly about them with no signs of abating anytime soon. It was as high as ever and he felt the hairs on his skin rise as the teen�s power overwhelmed his own, weakened reiatsu.

He gave out a keening noise, refusing to admit that yes, he bloody well wanted more. He was hard as a rock for the second time this afternoon, or what passed for afternoon in Hueco Mundo, thanks to Ichigo�s rather attentive attention, but he damn well refused to beg. He would never stoop so low, become so desperate, that he would actually beg for the attention his body desperately craved.

As much as he was loving the feeling of being Dominated by the powerful creature that was Kurosaki Ichigo, he refused to surrender to his rival. But each day, each Domination he went through, made it harder and harder to resist the teens charms. His Instinct roared at him to appease his Alpha, to let the other male lavish him in pleasure and food while he remained curled up content in their nest and their young grew stronger inside of him. Meanwhile, his Pride snarled and snapped at him to never give in so easily to his Rival, to do everything himself because he was not some weakly that needed his hand held.

Even now, just over two weeks after his initial Domination, his mind was still in a crux over the situation. The instinctual part of him was thrilled and excited his first offspring was on the way while the part that housed his pride as a warrior and a king among Hollows snarled and snapped at the chains that had relegated him to the status of being a Beta.

All thought was quickly thrown out the window and another groan of pleasure was torn from his lips as Ichigo moved behind him, torturing his prostate with that long, thick, hot, pulsing piece of flesh that was buried deep within his body.

�Damn it Kurosaki,� he panted heavily. �I fucking hate you,� he spat with as much venom as he could, but it didn�t really sound all that threatening when he could hardly breath and he doubted he looked intimidating at all.

The teen chuckled briefly, the teens chest vibrating against the skin of his back, before nuzzling his neck and licking his throat, a purr of pleasure coming past his Alpha�s lips.

�I could always stop right here,� Ichigo whispered into his ear.

Kami damn it on high, he hated this, even as his body gave off a shiver of pleasure as Ichigo�s breath went past his ear. Oh the things he was going to subject the Shinigami want-to-be to after this was all over and he took his rightful place as Alpha.

�Do you want me to stop? I told you before that I won�t force you to do anything you don�t want to,� the teen teased.

Grimmjow snarled and remained ridged in his defiance before finally sighing and giving a soft nod of his head in surrender. It was the best the teen was ever going to get out of him.

The thrusts continued, quick, deep and hard, just the way his body loved it. Nails dug into his skin, drawing blood that his Alpha was all to pleased to lick up. His throat was mauled and once more pants and moans of pleasure were pulled from his throat against his will. Thought process was instantly eliminated and all that was left was the pleasure coursing through his veins as his Alpha reminded him, and all those who would cross his path, just who was the Dominant.

He roared as he came, shuddering in his release before finally going limp against his pillows, but definitely not still. His Alpha continued to pound into him, jerking his body about slightly before going still for a moment. It was only a breath of release before the pounding started up once more, quicker and harsher until with a roar of his own Grimmjow felt the hot seed of his Alpha pump into him.

Only after resting for several minutes against his back did the teen finally sigh and pull out, golden eyes slowly returning to the more normal brown. It was a sign he had learned meant his Alpha was finally appeased and he could rest in comfortable slumber.

He always wondered why Ichigo�s eyes changed like that and if the teen was even aware of it. It only happened when the had intercourse and, in all honesty, he loved the feral, golden gaze. When Ichigo got into this mood it was as if his power grew ten times and his aggression definitely rose.

But even caught up in the throws of marking and Dominating, not once had Ichigo ever not seen to Grimmjow�s own pleasure. In fact, Ichigo seemed to make it a game to see just how many whimpers and moans he could wring out of his Beta. It was a game that Grimmjow loved due to the intense pleasure that went with it, and yet hated because to him it denoted a sign of weakness and dependence.

�Fucking hell! The bastard makes being Dominated actually worth it. I am becoming far too accustom to the damn pleasure that when the next round comes, and their will be another round, I almost worry my body will surrender against my will because it has become so damn use to submitting to Kurosaki and is becoming trained to respond with submission to him,� he growled in annoyance before sighing in defeat.

�Who the fuck do I think I am kidding? The bastard has actually been fairly good to me,� he couldn�t help but to think with a hint of fondness. �Rule one; trust your Instinct. I foolishly ignored it when Aizen came along and look where that got me. My Instinct choose him to come out on top so there must be good reason for it. Our young will be strong and I got a strong feeling that this definitely won�t be our only mating. Any cubs he produces are going to be strong.

�I need to stop over thinking this shit. He�s god in the sack, attentive, and I know he won�t fuck off on me regardless of how weakened this bloody condition leaves me, nor will he run regardless of the strength of any foe that would come after us or our offspring. Damn it, I know he wont leave even after the egg is laid, let alone after the cub is hatched. No, he will stick around to the very end, and there are damn few Sires that would do that.

�Bloody, stupid Instinct. As far as potential Alpha�s go, yeah, I�ll admit there sure as hell ain�t much better than him out there. If any of my own kind survived the likelihood of finding them, let alone one worthy of breeding with, is fairly fucking slim. Options really suck right now, and without Aizen�s little toy those options are just about the sum of it,� he admitted reluctantly.

Vasto Lorde were damn rare and Ichigo was at least a compelling specimen. If it hadn�t been for the fact the teen was a hybrid and their initial meeting had been as Shinigami and Hollow, he might have actually warmed up to the brat sooner.

Despite his conflicting and soul searching thoughts, sleep was pulling him down rather quickly as exhaustion took over his body. It seemed to be all he was capable of doing nowadays. Sleeping, eating like a starved animal and being Dominated, frequently, by his Alpha. The only real time he left the nest was when he retreated to the bathroom to clean himself up or when the nest needed a good cleaning or re-arranging.

�At the rate I am eating, Ichigo might have to hunt down some more of those damn food kits,� he grumbled in annoyance before finally letting sleep fully claim him. �Or actually start hunting, but I doubt that will happen anytime soon. Even if he did start to hunt he would need to range rather far from the nest to find any prey worth eating.�

That thought did not sit well with him. He did not like the thought of Ichigo being too far away. Even then he would have to possibly hunt for days and being left alone that long in his weakened state left him cringing.

�Think not of what can not be changed, only what you can do to change what you can,� he thought. �For now, rest is what I need, rest to make sure the cub can grow strong.�

He let himself drift off into comfortable slumber, where dreams of stalking the desert and teaching his cub to hunt ran pleasantly through his mind. He could never see what the cub would look like, it was always wrapped in shadows. Sometime he was back in his Adjucus form and sometimes Ichigo was hunting with them. The dreams only had one thing in common with each other; his cub was strong and by his side.

　

　

Ichigo stepped out of the bathroom, roughly drying his hair with a towel before tossing it into the pile of dirty laundry to be done later. He didn�t think anything of his nudity anymore. It was only the two of them and they honestly almost spent more time naked than they did dressed. It had made him a little uncomfortable at first, but now he didn�t even think twice about it as he strutted around nude.

He checked on Grimmjow first, pleased to note the other was resting easily and sleeping comfortable. The �pregnancy� was taking its toll on the Espada and often left him drained of energy and exhausted. Assured that all was well with his Beta and their young, he moved over to the pile of clothing that was still clean.

He did pull his black hakama back on because sitting down to do school work naked still felt kind of strange. With a held back groan he pulled the first textbook towards himself and dug out a pen. He had a lot of work to do if he didn�t want to fall too far behind and give up any chance he had at a future in the living world.

Hours later, when the Kanji on his report started to blur in his vision, Ichigo knew it was time to take a break and get some much needed sleep. But first, he desperately needed something to eat. He had to give it to Kisuke, the MRE�s he had provided were actually really good and he found himself digging through his bag to grab one at random, wondering what meal he would get this time.

He highly suspected that some level of Kido went into making these things, for all he had to do was pull a string, wait two minutes and the meal would be ready for him to peel the lid off and eat. He watched the meal curiously as he set it down and pulled the string. It started to steam almost immediately and two minutes later the white top turned red, indicating it was both ready and hot.

Peeling the lid off carefully, to avoid being burned by the cloud of steam that erupted from the meal, a serving of seafood tempura was revealed. Ichigo gave a shake of his head in wonder before grabbing his chopsticks and digging in. He wondered who actually made the food, because he doubted that Kisuke was this good of a cook.

Meal finished he cleaned up a bit before stripping down. Resting Zangestsu nearby he joining Grimmjow in the nest. It was already rather warm thanks to the Espada�s body heat and Grimmjow shifted and made a protesting noise at the cold air that penetrated his nest as Ichigo crawled under the blankets to join him.

Settled in, Ichigo curled up around his bed mate and had to hold back a smile of amusement as Grimmjow unconsciously nestled closer to him before going still in slumber once more.

He enjoyed watching Grimmjow sleep, when all the stress and hard lines of his face relaxed and an almost soft expression was revealed, an expression that spoke volumes to Ichigo about just how well of a parent Grimmjow would be to their cub.

�You have been �ridding� him pretty hard lately King,� H�tsu commented sleepily. �I don�t doubt that he definitely knows who the Alpha is now,� the hollow chuckled amused.

�Shut up H�tsu,� Ichigo muttered in sleepy annoyance.

�I got to say, coming here is the best thing you have ever done. It�s about time that you embraced your instincts and finally stopped being such a pussy, to be a true King. The offspring should be powerful,� H�tsu said in a voice that actually sounded relatively pleased with himself.

�I would just be happy if it turns out humanish,� Ichigo sighed.

He tried not to think too much about the fact he was going to be a father soon anymore than he spent the time wondering just �what� his child was going to be, let alone look like. There was one thing he was sure of though; regardless of looks or race, he would do the best he damn well could for the child, and the one who bore it.

It was gradual, but ever so slowly the two of them had come to some sort of understanding and balance. He had heard of nesting parents before, but Grimmjow was almost bringing it to the extreme. The room was never clean enough and he spent a large amount of the time he was awake adjusting the pillows and blankets of his bed, never seeming to be satisfied.

It had actually been H�tsu�s suggestion to throw on the reiatsu concealing cloak and go exploring for more �nesting material.� The idea seemed amusing at first, but Ichigo understood that a bit of alone time would do them both good, so nesting material hunting he had gone. What he hadn�t expected was how well the pile of blankets and pillows he had brought back was received. He would have to see if he could find more nesting material because, as much as he enjoyed being the one in control of the situation, it was sometimes nice to just lay back and be the one spoiled.

He was pretty damn tired, what with the great sex followed by frying his brain on his school work, and it was very warm and comfortable curled around his blue haired companion, so sleep should have been easy, but Ichigo found his mind refused to follow his body�s lead and just go to damn sleep already.

A million thoughts continued to race through his mind; such as what they were going to do after the egg was laid. Hell, what were they going to do after the child was, um, hatched? So much depended on the child it self. Would it need to consume other hollows like Grimmjow to survive, or would it need to eat human food like he did? What if it needed both? Could Kisuke come up with something? He prayed so.

What where they going to name it? Was it going to be a girl or a boy? Maybe after Grimmjow woke up they could discus baby names. He wondered if the arrancar would be offended if they named a girl after his mother?

Thinking of his mother, did Grimmjow recall his human life at all? And if so was their anyone the former Espada might wish to honour by naming their offspring. He had never picked up that kind of vibe from him before, but then Grimmjow was more of the �here and now� kind of person and really didn�t seem to spend a lot of time brooding or soul searching.

�He trusts his Instinct. Now stop with the brooding, it�s getting gloomy in here,� H�tsu complained.

�Yeah, yeah,� Ichigo sighed back, forcing his thoughts to still.

Exhaustion finally seemed to catch up to his mind and he felt himself finally start to drift off into slumber. He let out a content sigh and nuzzled closer to the body curled against his own.

What would come would come, and he would meet the upcoming challenges head on and could take comfort in the fact he wouldn�t be facing them alone. He had Zangetsu and Grimmjow to count on. Hell, as annoying as he was and for what it was worth, he even had H�tsu�s help.

　

　

The Shinigami may have searched much of Las Noches, but the fortress was as massive as a city and held many, many secrets. Some the Shinigami had found; not a surprise given the secretive nature of the leader of the 12^th Division and the espionage experiences of the 2^nd Division that had done the initial sweep to check for any remaining dangers to the Gotei 13. However, despite the admittedly through sweeps of the fortress done by both Division, several secrets still remained safely hidden away through out the fortress of shifting walls and moving corridors. This was one such location.

He had been monitoring the situation for some time, ever since he had fully recovered from his rather indemnifying defeat. He had spent most of that time plotting his revenge on the foolish Taichou who had made the ultimate mistake of �killing him.� Truly the clown faced freak was very much a buffoon, not fit to be called a scientist. What parasitic creature was so foolish as lay only a single egg?

There had been a frantic search when Kurotsuchi Nemu�s bloody and nearly destroyed body had been found in the sands, but the search hadn�t lasted too long and the female shinigami had no recollection of what had occurred.

No matter how often the pathetic excuse for a scientist took her body apart, no cause had ever been found and eventually the incident was chalked up to her own failures as a creature.

That left him free to do as he pleased and continue with his own research and scheming, when he wasn�t busy plotting of course. Plotting was just as important as scheming. He had full access to all of the corridors and surveillance system from this room, and monitored the entire fortress with ease. He had stocked this much smaller lab with enough resources to live for years here and conduct most experiments.

As amusing as the foolish Shinigmai and their poor excuse of a Taichou was, it was what was occurring on the other set of monitors that held his attention. He knew Grimmjow was still living here. The Espada�s quarters were a good distance from the temporary base the Shinigami had set up, almost a small town�s distance. Besides, Kurotsuchi�s cronies were more interested in plundering the discovered labs and the treasures they held rather than the old living quarters of dead hollows.

What was happening on the monitors of the living quarters was definitely something far more interesting than watching the wretched Shinigami steal all of his hard earned research.

It had been a surprise to see Grimmjow return to his set of rooms with the human boy he had so blatantly wanted to kill in tow after having been gone for a week. Within two days his sharp mind had quickly and easily solved the mystery.

Grimmjow was eating almost a dozen meal packets a day when most would only require three or four (even Starrk had never eaten more than six). He was sleeping far more than usual and seemed especially fussy about the shape of his nest. Then there was the surprisingly submissive behaviour the former Espada was exhibiting towards the person he had wanted to kill above most others. Combined with the shear amount of sex the two were clearly involved in, one day they had even gone an astonishing six rounds, the gathered facts answered the question quickly and effectively. Somehow the human teen had Dominated the former Espada, meaning Grimmjow was definitely �with child.�

It took all of his will power not to go after them immediately before they could either A) be discovered by the rabble of pathetic Shinigami hanging about, or B) lay the egg before he had a chance to study just how �pregnancy� affected an Arrancar as this would be the first successful mating of their particular line hollow species. He would need a �control� before moving in to begin the various experiments that were nipping at his mind and thus he was forced to leave them be.

It had already been a week and he felt confident that he had more than enough Data for the control part of the experimental process. He didn�t dare wait longer for he had no real clue as to when the Domination and impregnation had occurred. But he also had to move carefully.

Ichigo was a powerful being, powerful enough to have defeated Aizen. It was going to take real planning to capture and cage the teen hybrid. Grimmjow would be a much easier creature to cage given his current condition.

Finally, on the eighth day after the strange couple had returned, he felt he had everything ready for his mission. It would be the first time he had left this location since his revival and he made sure everything was properly set before leaving. As incompetent as the Shinigmai were, there was ALWAYS a margin for error, or in his case since he clearly never made any errors, just plain bad luck. He had already scientifically proven multiple times that luck clearly existed.

Assured that everything was as ready as it could be, and as many contingency plans were in place as was both physically and mentally possible, he left the safety of his lab. He had a mission to do, and now looked to be a good time to implement it with one of his targets exhausted from being Dominated and the other frying his brain with work after giving a rather impressive show in Domination.

Soon, his newest experiments would be within his grasp and he could once more push his scientific mind with challenges that were more fitting to his amazing intellect. Watching his old labs being raided had long since growing monotonous and in all honesty it hardly upset him anymore. He�d had enough time to get over it.

　

Thank yous go out to Shirochan, Kyuryu and blue flame for taking the time to review last chapter. I like both kinds of reviews, both constructive and love you. This is the last of the prewritten work so I am not sure when the next update will be.
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