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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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Food for Thought

Ichgio sighed in frustration and closed his text book. Sometimes he wondered if all this studying was really worth it considering how uncertain his future was looking. Until he knew for a fact that Grimmjow and their child was safe and secure he knew he would not leave their sides.

Their child, his child, the thought was still a terrifying one. He knew very little about how a hollow family actually functioned and, from what he understood, even Grimmjow and H�tsu had no idea what to expect out of the child of an Arrancar, let alone one that included Ichigo�s unique make up added to the mix.

The thought gave him a headache and he winced in mental pain before sighing again and turning his attention to the blue haired male that was just starting to stir. They didn�t have a chance to clean up after the last round and he knew how much Grimmjow hated being unclean and would no doubt be retreating to the bathroom to clean himself up the moment he was fully coherent.

He was right. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind then he watched the former Espada stretch very much like the cat his ressurrection resembled before emerging from the nest composed of pillows and blankets and making his way towards the bathroom.

The image of a very naked arrancar with water running lusciously down his toned body flashed before his eyes.

�H�tsu!� he growled in annoyance.

�Something wrong King?� H�tsu asked innocently.

Ichigo sighed and glared down at his glaring arousal as another image of his Beta�s naked and water glistening body flashed across his mind.

�You know you can not afford to leave him unscented and unmarked. You know you want to mate him King, so why are you hesitating?� H�tsu taunted.

�There is no one here to warn off,� Ichigo pointed out dryly.

�But it�s tradition! You wouldn�t want to break one of a hollow�s most sacred mating traditions would you?� H�tsu gasped in mock horror. �If not for me than at least for him,� H�tsu added.

Ichigo didn�t bother to reply as he stood up and stretched to releave some of the kinks on his back form sitting hunched over his books before moving towards the bathroom. He also needed a good shower and there was no reason to waste good water. Mind made up, with input from both of them agreeing, Ichigo made his way into the bathroom that was already steaming up from the hot water that was running.

He let his clothes fall to the floor and licked his lips in anticipation as he approached the shower. Already that dreamy feeling he associated with his �mating urges� was overcoming him and he actually paused as he caught his reflection in the mirror.

His eyes were a deep golden and the look on his face was almost frightening for it was clearly the expression of a predator on the prowl. Surprisingly, he didn�t feel ashamed or frightened at his appearance at all, instead a feeling of pride rose up in his chest and he �puffed out� a bit before striding confidently forward and entering the running shower without even pausing to let the occupant know he was coming.

Startled blue eyes snapped in his direction and Ichigo let out a growl of appreciation as the image before him blew away the one H�tsu had conjured up. Soapy water was running down his Beta�s body in a rather enticing matter and he licked his lips in anticipation.

�Ichigo,� Grimmjow greeted him softly, dropping his gaze to the side as he did so.

Another growl of appreciation made its way out of his throat as he admired the submissive looking body before him that was his to do with as he pleased. He closed the distance between them and pulled the arrancar flush against him, nuzzling the offered neck and grinding against the flesh turned red from the heat of the water cascading about them.

Despite his desire to turn the other around and immediately begin the ritual of Domination, the part of his mind that still belonged to the concerned teen, and the small portion of his instinct that worried for his child, checked Grimmjow�s reiatsu levels first.

It was low, dangerously low. Low enough that he actually believed Orihime or Karin could defeat the former espada with ease. He sighed in frustration and a little bit of the gold bled out of his eyes as the real concern from his human half forced its way forward.

�You are practically anaemic. Is this normal?� Ichigo asked worriedly.

�No, I don�t believe so,� Grimmjow admitted reluctantly. �Those meals are working all right, but almost as soon as I eat the cub is draining me nearly dry,� he explained with a hint of frustration.

Ichigo frowned in worry. At the rate Grimmjow had been eating those meals they would run out in a week, leaving another week to go before the egg would be laid and the arrancar could hope to start rebuilding his strength.

Ichigo had searched the other rooms during his hunts for nesting materials, and just to give them a bit of space from each other, but he had so far come up dry. Until the egg was laid it was also too dangerous for Grimmjow to attempt to open a Garganta to get a sample to Kisuke to see if he could replicate them, and even if they could that would also still take time, perhaps more time than they had.

�Feed him, that should help,� H�tsu spoke up with honest concern, as he always did when the fate of the cub came up.

Ichigo sighed, but silently agreed. He would do anything to make sure his child survived, and in association the very Espada that had once tried to kill him on multiple occasions.

He agreed with H�tsu completely and he heard Zangetsu add his own murmurs of agreement. Steeling his will he pulled back a bit and stared firmly into the blue eyes looking up at him apprehensively.

�There is maybe a weeks supply of your food left while mine is doing fine and if anything my reiatsu is going to waste,�

Grimmjow�s eyes widened briefly before a look of anger crossed his features and he tried to take a step back, only to run up against the wall.

�Fuck no,� he snarled. �I told you I wasn�t doing that shit again,� he growled.

As hard as it was to emotionally do, Ichigo let his Instinct take over and permitted H�tsu to channel a bit of himself into their body.

His eyes flashed and his reiatsu flared, earning a gasp from his Beta that was quickly followed by a strong flinch. His hands slammed against the wall on either side of his target, earning another flinch and this time his Beta dropped his gaze to glare at some spot on the floor.

�You will feed from me, this is none negotiable. The survival of you and our cub is far more important to me than your pride and I will do everything in my power to ensure you both live and make it through this, regardless of what it requires,� he snarled. �And don�t deny you would not do the same,� he added.

Grimmjow sighed, and gave a reluctant nod of his head in agreement. If their roles had been reversed they both knew the arrancar would have done everything in his power to assure the cub would survive. He had no doubt about that.

�Good,� Ichigo breathed in relief, moving his hands from the wall to rest on Grimmjow�s shoulders. �Turn around,� he ordered in a husky voice, his eyes once more fully golden and a hungry, feral expression on his face.

Grimmjow looked at him confused before complying, resting his own hands against the wall to brace himself. Ichigo brought their bodies flush together, one hand snaking down to grasp his Beta and work him into arousal while the other toyed with a nipple.

�I am going to take you fast and hard so everyone will know who you belong to. After I am done we will return to the nest where you will eat and replenish your strength,� he growled lowly into his Beat�s ear, enjoying the shiver that ran through the arrancar�s body and into his.

Practically purring in pleasure, he nuzzled Grimmjow�s neck before finding a good spot to nip. A gasp of pleasure was pulled from the former Espada�s throat and Ichigo moaned in his own pleasure as the sweet tang of blood touched his lips. He felt himself stiffen even harder and he ground his body against the one trapped between him and the wall.

�Kami, I love your blood so damn much,� he murmured in appreciation.

The hand teasing Grimmjow�s length gave one last firm stroke before finding the bar of soap and palming it before he began to rub that soap laden hand all over his Beta�s body, paying special attention to the parts that he knew were rather sensitive. Grimmjow shivered under his touch and was clearly biting back a moan of pleasure. That just made Ichigo try harder to force that moan out. The teen never could back down from a challenge.

Once he successfully had Grimmjow whimpering and shivering in his arms he moved the soap around and in-between them. Without the slightest hesitation he began to rub the bar along his Beta�s rear, soaping him up real good before inserting a soap soaked finger inside. Grimmjow shivered against his chest and gave off a soft growl.

One became two, and after a time three until he was positive that Grimmjow was as prepared as he could be. He removed his fingers and let the soap drop to the floor. With one hand he grasped Grimmjow�s hips to hold him steady, while the other lined himself up with his target.

�Are you ready?� he demanded breathlessly into Grimmjow�s ear.

�Just fuck me already, Kurosaki,� Grimmjow answered in a lust filled snarl.

Grimmjow�s way of saying yes. Ichigo chuckled and rewarded the former Espada with a bite to the base of his neck, eagerly lapping up the blood that welled up even as he thrust his hips forwards, the force strong enough to make Grimmjow take the small step forward it took to reach the shower wall.

Grimmjow�s hands came up quickly to prevent a full meeting of his body with the wall and let out a cry of pleasure as he was penetrated and Ichigo�s length made short work of his prostate. He knew exactly where it was and just what angle to use to hit it in almost any position.

He closed his eyes and moaned in bliss as the tight feeling of being buried inside of his Beta was amplified by the taste of the blood flowing gently into his mouth. He didn�t remain still for long and, true to his promise, he started a quick and rather aggressive pace that brought them both over the edge rather quickly.

Grimmjow went limp in his arms, panting softly in exhaustion and Ichigo frowned in concern. The marking had to be refreshed for safety sake but he feared that the exercise might have been too much for Grimmjow�s depleted strength.

�Grimmjow?� he called worriedly.

�I am fine Kurosaki,� Grimmjow growled weakly.

�You are not fine,� Ichigo countered in concern.

The teen pulled out and turned Grimmjow around so they were facing each other. He swore softly as he noticed the Espada�s ribs were starting to show slightly and he was panting heavily for breath. He could hardly feel any reitasu from the man in front of him other than what was coming from their cub.

�Shit,� he cursed. �H�tsu, Zangetsu?� he cried frantically in his mind.

�He needs to eat King, quickly,� H�tsu answered quickly.

�Feed him one of those packets of food,� Zangetsu spoke up calmly.

Ignoring Grimmjow�s weak struggles and soft whimpers of protest that he was fine, Ichigo quickly picked the drained arrancar up bridal style and rushed him back to their nest, covering his wet form in blankets to dry him off quickly and keep him warm.

He left his side only to return with a few packets of the food, tearing one open and trying to coax Grimmjow into eating. His concern skyrocketed as Grimmjow either refused to eat or had gone delirious enough not to realize there was food right in front of him.

�He�s not eating!� Ichigo cried out in distress.

�Try offering smaller bites. The food should dissolve in his mouth, force it in if need be,� Zangetsu offered sternly and firmly, not a hint of panic or distress in his voice.

Ichigo tried that and a few smaller pieces did dissolve, but it seemed to make no difference and Grimmjow was starting to try and move on his own, forcing his hands away.

�Grimmjow?� he called, hoping this was a sign that the arrancar was coming back to his senses.

�Kurosaki?� he groaned.

�I am here. You need to eat,� he ordered, offering the former espada another small piece of food.

�That shit won�t work,� Grimmjow growled weakly. �It doesn�t have enough substance like we had hoped. The cub is draining it too quickly.�

Ichigo felt his entire body go cold. If the food was not working, than all that was left was to either hunt or to force the blue haired arrancar to feed from his own reitasu like he had threatened in the shower.

He didn�t have time to go hunting right now, nor was he sure he could bring himself to do so, and he was fairly sure that Grimmjow didn�t have the strength to �feed� from him at the moment. He wasn�t even sure he could �get it up� anyway with how concerned he was right now.

�Wait, that other thing that Urahara mentioned, feeding from my soul, do you got the strength to do that?� Ichigo demanded.

He felt Grimmjow go still in his arms and a large wave of disbelief slammed into him from H�tsu.

�Are you insane king?� H�tsu screamed hysterically before being silenced by Zangetsu.

�Are you sure that is what you want?� Grimmjow asked him, a look of disbelief in his eyes. �I told you before taking a chunk of your soul will hurt like a bitch and take a long time to recover from. It�s not like being drained of reiatsu or taking a slash on the arm. Once I eat that part of your soul it�s gone, and souls take a damn long time to heal,�

�Yeah, I know, but if it will get you on your feet long enough for us to think about some other options, than let�s do it,� Ichigo declared firmly. �Besides, even at half strength I can take care of most of the things here,� he pointed out.

Grimmjow was still studying him as if he was some sort of strange creature before giving his head a soft shake.

�You are one messed up bastard, you know that?� Grimmjow questioned.

�Yeah, that�s what makes me interesting, isn�t it?� Ichigo chuckled nervously.

�More like stupidly naive, but whatever, I am starving and the thought of taking a chunk out of your soul for doing this to me is sounding too appealing right now to pass up,�

Grimmjow adjusted them so he was resting his head on Ichigo�s chest, the mask fragments dug uncomfortably into his skin, but he didn�t complain. For several minutes Grimmjow just rested there, breathing heavily.

�Grimmjow?� Ichiog called softly.

�Shut up Kurosaki, I need to concentrate so I don�t kill ya and right now I am so damn hungry that your soul is looking very damn tasty.�

�Oh, sorry,�

Grimmjow just roasted against his chest for a moment longer, and than suddenly sank his fangs into the skin over his heart. Ichigo yelped in shock more than pain.

�That didn�t hurt too�.� his sentence was quickly interrupted by a scream of agony as he felt a portion of his soul get ripped from his body.

Sweat broke out of his body, he couldn�t breath, and his entire world was shifting rapidly into tunnel vision. Despite the agony, the inability to breath, and his alarmingly growling lack of sight, only one thought oddly crossed his mind. Why did something smell like Vanilla?

　

　

He felt the power surge through his veins as the overwhelming taste of his Alpha�s soul filled his mouth and being. As quickly as it began, it stopped as he felt Ichigo suddenly, and rather alarmingly, go limp beneath him.

He felt fear tear through him as he desperately tried to revive the unconscious teen, but Ichigo made no motion of stirring.

�Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,� he cursed over and over, an edge of panic in his voice.

Had he drained too much? He was sure he had taken the right amount. Ichigo�s soul tasted like nothing he had ever has the pleasure of eating before and he almost wished he had the guts to finish eating him, but already the burst of power he had drawn was fading. Already he could feel his power wane as the cub eagerly devoured it and took it for itself.

�How the hell does anyone make it through this shit,� he cursed.

Ichigo�s breathing slowly became regular and it appeared the teen was just sleeping now. The expression of pain washed away and Grimmjow felt his panic ebb, and with it all of his newly gained energy.

He curled up against the teen and let sleep drag him down. Oddly enough, his last thought unknowing mirrored Ichigo�s; why did something smell like Vanilla?

　

Sorry for the long wait. I have no idea when the next chapter will be done and the back of this one feels kind of rushed, but whatever. I won�t make you all wait any longer. I am still so very busy and likely to get busier at least until after Christmas.

Anyhow, stay tuned for the next chapter, which I believe will feature evil Szayel. Oooooo evil scientist.
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