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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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Reunion

　

He almost wished he could say that his �good behaviour� was due to an amazing amount of patience and hard won control, but he would be lying through both sets of his teeth. The simple matter was that he had no energy to stir up a ruckus. No matter how much Szayel feed him, be it real food or the synthetic taffy like stuff, the moment he digested said food the cub consumed it and took all the energy for itself. He barely had enough strength now to get off of the bedlike slab to get to the food.

He never slept easily either. He jerked awake every couple of minutes, cold and confused. He hated to admit it, but all he wanted right now was to curl up in Ichigo�s arms and feel the warmth and safety that went with it. Every time that thought crossed his mind, and it was crossing it a lot lately, he felt the urge to throw up in disgust. When had he become so pathetic that the simple thought of curling up in that hybrids arms was enough to put him at ease?

All in all, he was downright miserable and just wanted everything to hurry up and end or, failing that, for Szayel to stop being such a bloody coward and actually take a step into his cell so he could remind the bastard just why he was once sixth while the other was once a mere eighth. Oh yes, seeing the pink haired bastard�s blood dripping from his claws was a very pleasant dream indeed, but despite that wonderful image the dream he still had the most involved being curled up against his Alpha.

He must be truly loosing his mind, more so when he swore he heard his cell door hiss open.

�I must say, I never expected to gather this much data, nor did I expect that becoming a Beta could so change a persons personality. This has been a most intriguing experiment.�

Grimmjow�s eyes snapped open and he knew he must be dreaming, because there was no way Szayel would dare to enter his cell. It was close, Szayel was standing in the doorway and hadn�t actually put a foot into the cell yet, but there was now no obstacles between him and the current object of his hate.

�Nor did I ever expect a Beta to become so weakened. No wonder the Alpha is so needed. Are you interested in knowing just how weak you have become?� Szayel questioned.

�Fuck you,� he spat, but it lacked his usual venom.

He tried to lung for the bastard, but found he barely had enough strength to stumble to his feet, let alone make any sort of lunging motion.

�Now now, you have been so good the last few days, do you truly wish to break that streak now and be denied your request?� Szayel taunted in a lecturing voice.

His request? Was he seriously going to be able to see Ichigo? The thought was so foreign that he continued to just stare at Szayel stupidly for a moment.

�I see your mind has gone rather far indeed. Well, fortunately mine has not. Here, I figured you would at least like to be presentable when you see your Alpha.�

Szayel held out a simple white robe with no belt. Of course no belt, he wasn�t permitted anything that he could use to harm or kill himself with. Even the hollow meat he had been provided with for food had been de-boned and de-clawed.

Grimmjow stared at him in disbelief for a moment before the sentence registered and he vaguely recalled that Szayel had told him the two of them would be permitted to meet should they behave. A part of him felt elation, another part felt disgust at the elation, while the last part of him hesitate.

He couldn�t help but to wonder just what sort of shape would Ichigo even be in? What had Szayel done to the teenage hybrid? Would he even recognize his Alpha anymore?

Despite those thought he still snatched the robe from Szayel�s hands with a snarl, weak though it was due to his pathetic condition. It felt sort of good to have clothing covering his body once again. He had no idea how long it had actually been since they had been captured, but judging by the light cycles he figured four, maybe five days.

�Come along than, and do behave. I would hate to have to lock you both back up and deny you your behaving gift,� Szayel smirked at him.

Oh how he wanted to claw that smirk off of the bastard�s face, and he would have too if the move wouldn�t have been delivered in the most pathetic way thanks to his depleted strength. No, he would not do anything to please the former 8^th. Without a word he followed the other out of his cell and down several simple white corridors lined with identical doors until they came to a different door.

He was let into a room that was hardly any different from his cell. Szayel closed the door behind him, leaving him alone. Several moments later the door opened again and he felt his chest tighten as the sight that greeted him.

　

　

　

He was unconscious most of the time, which was a relief because when he was awake he was often in blistering agony and the screams of H�tsu and Zangetsu ravaged his mind. Dimly he was aware that he was screaming too. H�tsu�s screams were often punctured with some fairly disturbing threats about what the hollow was going to do to Szayel when he broke free.

Sometime when he woke up he was completely pain free and he noticed there was not a mark on his body to explain the pain he knew he had been suffering from. Those times H�tsu and Zangetsu were often exhausted and he could barely get a word out of them. Giving how talkative H�tsu tended to be, this worried him greatly.

�Oh good, you are awake,�

Ichigo blinked his eyes and looked through the glass of his tube to see his captor. Szayel wasn�t even looking at him, but rather at a set of controls he was currently working with.

�You are truly a remarkable specimen Kurosaki Ichigo, containing three souls tied into one. It is amazing. I think I have almost figure out how to separate your various parts so I can study them more in-depth, but alas I am afraid I am a man of my word.�

Ichigo could only stare at the former Espada in confusion. His mind was so groggy from the drugs and residual pain that he wasn�t even really registering what the other was saying. He could tell the other was speaking, but the words refused to make sense to his pain addled mind.

�I do so hate to delay this experiment in any way, but a promise is a promise and your surprisingly obedient Beta is ever so eager to see you,�

Beta? Grimmjow? He was going to be permitted to see Grimmjow? He felt H�tsu and Zangetsu violently shake off their drugged and pain filled confusion they were suffering at that announcement and force themselves into coherently.

�What has the fucking bastard done to our pet?� H�tsu demanded in a rather loud snarl.

�Don�t call him that,� Ichigo ordered absently, but he too was worried about Szayel�s statement.

He knew Grimmjow and hearing that the former Espada had been well behaved made him deeply concerned. Behaving was not something the former 6^th was ever good at, so if he was �behaving� than there had to be a one hell of a reason for it and Ichigo was strongly worried about what that reason might be.

His thoughts broke off as the glass front of the tube he was being held in hissed open and his restraints were suddenly released. He gave a rather pathetic yelp as he was suddenly dropped a few inches onto legs that had no strength in them simply because he hadn�t used them in several days.

Ichigo stumbled and clung onto any part of the tube he could grasp as he found his balance. His body became awash with the painful �pins and needles� feeling as circulation returned to his neglected limbs.

Once he found his balance he shot a glare at the scientist and desperately sought his reiatsu. He didn�t have Zangetsu on him, but he was sorely tempted to let H�tsu out and have a go at the bastard who had caged him, tortured him, and did damn knows what to the, uh, other parent of his offspring. In fact, H�tsu was bellowing in his mind to do just that.

Unfortunately, and no doubt due to that hidden device that Ishida had mentioned that had been used against him and Renji, Ichigo could not feel his reiatsu at all. Szayel was also, wisely, a fair distance away and would have plenty of time to counter or move if Ichigo made a lunge for him.

�Please do,� Szayel purred at him, as if reading his mind. �After all I only promised you two could meet if you both behaved.�

Ichigo snarled, H�tsu let out a strong string of rather violent curses and threats, and Zangetsu sternly ordered them both to calm down. Ichigo took a few deep, steadying breaths before nodding his head and started to take some slow steps towards his captor. He teetered a bit as his body got use to walking again, but it didn�t take long for his motor functions to kick back into full gear. He always had been a fast healer and was quick to get back onto his feet.

Szayel held out a simple white robe with no belt and Ichigo sheepishly covered his nakedness. He had gotten so use to wandering around without clothing that he hadn�t even thought of it.

He was lead out of the strange lab and down several corridors. No matter how much he desperately sought his reiatsu, he never felt a twinge of it, and judging by the foul cursing coming from H�tsu, the hollow wasn�t having much luck either.

�Zangetsu?� he questioned.

�It is firmly suppressed. Even if we did have access to it I get the impression that Szayel is rather intelligent and no doubt has contingency plans in place.� His Zanpakuto�s soul responded.

They eventually reached a non descript door and Szayel stepped aside before opening it and gesturing him in.

�Do use your time for the best,�

Ichigo glared at the scientist as he entered the room. Instantly his eyes went to Grimmjow and he felt his blood boil. If Grimmjow had looked poor before, now the Espada looked ready to practically die on his feet. But it wasn�t just the sight of his Beta looking so depleted that sent his mind reeling backwards and had the half aware state he associated with his more hollow like instincts leaping forward.

　

　

Grimmjow stared at Ichigo, shocked as black quickly bled into his eyes and a feral look crossed his face. It took him all of three seconds to figure out what was wrong with the hybrid.

�Shit,� he cursed as he quickly pulled the robe off and tossed it aside, the robe that reeked of Szayel�s scent since the scientist had been the one to hand it to him.

The robe had barely touched the ground before he found himself pinned against the wall, Ichigo�s body pressed against his. He bared his throat and remained still as the other sniffed his skin. Fortunately he hadn�t been wearing the robe for long so almost no trace of Szayel scent was on him, nor had the scientist physically touched him.

�Did he touch you?� Ichigo demanded, or was that H�tsu? It difficult to tell when his voice was fuelled by instinct like that.

�I would have slowly ripped his limbs off one by one had he tried,� he growled.

�Good,� Ichigo purred.

He wasn�t released yet and despite himself he found himself relaxing in the tight embrace as his Alpha nipped at his throat and ground their bodies together.

�Are you alright?� Ichigo questioned.

This time Grimmjow noticed the voice had returned to that of the concerned teen, although the body language hadn�t changed in the least, if anything Ichigo was rubbing against him even more desperately.

�I am fine, just tired and pissed,� he answered honestly. �What about you?� he asked hesitantly.

If Ichigo was incapacitated, any chance they had at escape and revenge was shot out of the air before it could even leave the ground, at least until some time after the egg was laid and he could regain his own strength.

�I am alright, I can�t access my reiatsu but other than that I am fine,� Ichigo answered.

Despite himself Grimmjow stiffened at Ichigo�s answer. The teen was apparently a rather terrible liar. They were thoroughly screwed if they couldn�t find a way past Szayel�s technology soon.

Silence settled between them for some time, neither one willing to break it and neither one knowing what to say. Instead they just held onto each other, or rather Ichigo kept him pinned between the wall and his body while desperately nuzzling his neck while he remained limp in the others grip.

�H�tsu thinks I should refresh the markings,� Ichigo was the first to break it, a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

Grimmjow merely nodded his head. He had honestly been expecting it to happen when the hybrid had first pinned him to the wall.

�What if Szayel is watching?�

�He�s probably been watching us for over a week now anyway,� Grimmjow shrugged.

�That�s disgusting,� Ichigo scowled.

�You could always let H�tsu out to do it if you are too much of a coward to do so,� he couldn�t help but to taunt. �Or I can be the one to dominate you,� he smirked.

Ichigo�s scowl deepened and he gave his head a shake, obviously in response to something, or several somethings, H�tsu had said. He felt Kurosaki�s grip loosen slightly before the teen took a step back to give him a bit of breathing space.

�Sometimes I wonder which of you two is more messed up,� Ichigo lamented softly.

�Seeing as how it�s two on one, wouldn�t it be more prudent to say that your the one who�s messed up,� Grimmjow couldn�t help but to point out with a smirk.

Ichigo gave his head a shake of denial before letting out a sigh and letting his body go limp. After a moment his eyes opened and once more sported the black of his hollow instinct. His entire posture and body language shifted as the teen let the hollow half of his soul gain some control over his body.

Grimmjow half expected to be flipped and fucked right there against the wall, but even under his instincts Ichigo was apparently still aware of his Beta�s weakened state and instead moved them over to the slab that constituted as a bed.

The teen moved slowly, rubbing their bodies together and nibbling his neck. Normally Grimmjow preferred their more violent matings that were as much battle as love making, but in all honesty in his weakened state this was preferable. It was rather comfortable laying beneath his Alpha, it gave him a sense of safety and protection, which was odd because usually being in such a position brought about an entirely different natural response; the urge to rip the bastards throat out being near the top of that list.

It may have been several days, but Ichigo hadn�t forgotten a single one of his sensitive spots and the teen made sure to give each one its undue attention, leaving him panting and withering in pleasure rather quickly. The more moans that were ripped from his throat, the more firm in his touches and slightly more feral Ichigo became until the teen was all wild instinct, just the way Grimmjow liked him.

The initial penetration was slow as they had no real form of lubricant to prepare him with, but once his Alpha was fully seated he set a quick and rather strong pace and proved that he recalled the location of the sensitive spots inside of his Beta as well as the outside. Every thought fled form his mind as he floated in pure bliss. For once the weakness of his �pregnancy� didn�t even reach his conscious mind as his Alpha did everything in his power to pull whimpers and moans of pleasure out of his throat; a throat that was being granted a fair amount of attention from his Alpha�s mouth and teeth.

When the mountain of pleasure peaked before rolling him down the other side he found himself just laying there beneath Ichigo in a daze, his mind and body locked in the grip of pleasant after feeling until the scent of vanilla reached his nose.

�Weak ass pansy fucker,� Grimmjow growled to himself as his consciousness drifted away as the drug worked it�s way into his system.

Granted he couldn�t blame Szayel for drugging them before attempting to move them. Grimmjow wouldn�t want to deal with a pissed off Alpha defending his Beta after reasserting his dominance and high on Instinct either. It was much easier to move them back to their cells when they were unconscious rather than trying to pry them apart once again.

When he woke up he was once more back in his cell and a small pile of meat greeted him. He felt slightly better than he had been feeling, perhaps because he now knew for certain Ichigo was alive and all right and if anyone would get them out of this it was the hybrid. The kid had uncanny luck with such things.

　

　

Unlike Grimmjow, Ichigo did not wake up as the drugs being pumped through his system kept him under. The sound of machinery hummed and whirled around him as Szayel worked the controls, a grin of delight plastered to his face.

�I see, very intriguing. Yes, I think I might actually be able to do it. I wonder, Kurosaki Ichigo, what will your soul, indeed your very body, look like when I separate and contain your powers separately?� Szayel mused aloud. �Well, I guess there is only one way to find out, isn�t there?�

Ichigo obviously didn�t make a response to the rhetorical question.

�I am so glad you agree,� Szayel hummed happily at the coma drugged teen before typing madly away at the controls. �You two had given me so much interesting Data. I wonder if I can�t convince the two of you to keep breeding after the first cub is hatched,� he mused. �I have heard that each pregnancy is different for human woman, I wonder if the same is true for hollows. I also wonder how a hybrid such as yourself would handle being the Beta. Sigh, so many experiments, so little time to conduct them in,� Szayel lamented.

His test subject didn�t respond.

�Well, that should about do it. You know, you should thank me for being so considerate of a scientist. A lesser one would have not have bothered to waste the drugs to keep you under while we work, that clown faced poor excuse for a lab assistant is a prime example,� he scowled in displeasure at the mere thought of the despicable creature that dared to call himself a scientist.

�Honestly, listening to a subject scream for hours on end gets tedious and far too many of them end up hurting themselves in the thrashing and giving off false biological readings due to their hysteria, or expiring prematurely from the stress. I prefer my samples to be a bit more accurate.�

Silence.

�I must check up on your Beta. He should be waking up soon and I want to make sure he wont go back into a depression at your separation. He responded much better than I had hypothesised, in fact you both did, and I am actually pleased you two behaved enough to reward you. Once we are done our little side experiment I might just let the two of you stay together as it certainly seemed to do your Beta good.�

Not a blip on the monitors watching the teen vitals changed in their patterns.

With a pleased nod of his head, Szayel began to run the program before retreating to the monitor room that watched the cells. The equipment would be fine without him watching it and he was so curious to see what kind of differences being temporarily reunited with his Alpha would bring about in the Beta. Would he be more depressed, more active or show no change? Science was a wonderful thing. One just never knew until one conducted the experiment.
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