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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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Warning: the second half of this chapter contains extreme heat. Please make sure you have a fan ready or that your air conditioning unit is fully on. For those of you in Arctic regions, reading outside may be recommended. Enjoy.

　

Separation

　

Grimmjow expressed an intense interest to head back to his den after they woke up the following morning. Ichigo whole-heartedly agreed. This room was too sterile and drab and at least back at Grimmjow�s room they had some of their supplies, like his food for starters (assuming Szayel hadn�t move any of it).

He was a little nervous about moving the large egg, but Grimmjow cradled it to his chest without the slightest hint of worry about harming it or the being forming within.

The trip had been slow and they had to rest often as neither one of them had much in the way of strength at the moment; Grimmjow from laying the egg and Ichigo from having his soul torn asunder.

Through it all, Zangetsu remained a silent guardian and Ichigo only wondered briefly where H�tsu was before deciding he was just happy the hollow was elsewhere and not making an annoyance of himself. Still, he didn�t breath easier until after both Grimmjow and the egg were settled into the nest of blankets and pillows in Grimmjow�s quarters.

Grimmjow was slow to recover, but at least he was recovering. Now that the egg had been laid, the reiatsu he gained from his meals was his to use and remained with him, rather than being siphoned away. The former Espada still slept often, curled around the egg and refused to move from his post. In fact Ichigo was damn sure the Espada would starve himself to death before moving. His instinct to protect their young was apparently that strong.

Ichigo understood all too well. It took a great deal of willpower on his part to leave the two of them alone to scrounge up what food he could. The pile of body parts in the room Szayel had been holding Grimmjow prisoner had been the first to go. There had still been several packets of the taffy like food remaining, but even that didn�t last long under Grimmjow voracious appetite. He hated to do it, but Ichigo forced himself to leave the den to try and find something for the recovering Arrancar to eat.

�Ichigo,� Zangetsu�s calm voice called his attention.

�What is it Jii-san?� Ichigo questioned tiredly.

�How long do you plan to let H�tsu run free?�

Ichigo sighed at the question. He really didn�t want to think about his hollow half at the moment. As far as he was concerned he had far more important things to worry about; such as his incoming child and the state of his partner.

�I don�t know,� he admitted. �I haven�t heard from him in the last three days. I�ve kind of had other things on my mind.�

�You can not leave him free for long; we need to become one again. I know you can feel the pull already.�

Ichigo nodded his head in agreement. He could feel the pull of his soul, and the longer he left things the way they were, the harder it was going to be to remerge. There was also the fact that as a human he was far weaker, and the weak here did not live for long. He was going to need his powers back soon to protect his family.

He blinked at the thought but could not deny it. The child was his, and thus family, making the other parent family as well by default. He wondered what Grimmjow thought of their relationship. They had never really talked about things like that as they�d had more pressing issues on their minds.

�I will check on H�tsu for you. You need to hunt. There is no more food here and Grimmjow needs his kind of food to regain his strength,�

�Yeah, I know,� Ichigo sighed.

He had been trying to hold off for as long as he could, but there was no putting it off anymore. Grimmjow needed to eat something substantial but the thought of slaughtering a thinking creature to be consumed still didn�t sit well with him. Fortunately, today seemed to be a lucky day for on his way to the exit of Las Noches he stumbled across a pantry. He tried not to think about what it was he was hauling back, but at least he didn�t have to hunt just yet. The food in this storage area should last at least a few more days.

　

　

Zangetsu traced H�tsu�s reiatsu back to Szayel�s laboratory. He was surprised the Hollow was still hanging about down here, but even more surprised to sense the low pulse of the pink haired arrancar�s reiatsu indicating the former Espada was still actually alive. The pulse was weak though and Zangetsu figured that H�tsu must almost be done paying their tormentor back.

He didn�t sense H�tsu actually down here at the moment but knew the hollow half of their soul would not be far from his prey for long, so he converged on the room holding H�tsu�s captive with the intent to wait for him.

Zangetsu opened the door and felt a moment of shock, although the only sign of his surprise was a slight rise of one eyebrow hidden mostly behind his shades. The sight that met his eyes stunned him as he stepped into a room similar to the one Grimmjow had been held in during his captivity.

Szayel was in far better condition than Zangetsu expected to see for such a low reiatsu state. His naked body was covered in deep scratches, some still lightly oozing blood. His neck looked like it had been mauled by a wild animal and sported one very deep set of bite marks that still oozed blood. His hair was damp, stained a darker pink in several areas from blood and clouted with a variety of liquids. Otherwise the former Espada appeared to actually be in one piece and suffering from no major wounds or ailments that he could detect.

Szayel�s golden eyes flashed fearfully up at him when the door opened, blinked twice in surprise, before dropping to stare at the slab he was resting upon, bowing his head in submission.

Apparently Szayel fell into his state as a Beta (for Zangetsu could sense the budding reiatsu forming inside the Arrancar) far more quickly and gracefully than Grimmjow had. In all honesty Zangetsu was not surprised. H�tsu was a very dominate person and far out powered Szayel; where as Grimmjow and Ichigo not only had previous history, but both were much closer to each other in power levels and dominance. It was only Ichigo�s stronger reiatsu that had brought him out on top in the end for both men had about equal determination� or stubbornness depending on which way you wanted to look at it.

The scent of blood, sweat and semen was strong in the air and the once white slab and nearby walls were stained with all three fluids. There was absolutely no doubt in Zangetsu�s mind about what H�tsu had been doing with his captive for the last three days.

�Where is your Alpha?� Zangetsu questioned calmly.

�I don�t know, possibly hunting,� Szayel answered with a soft shake of his head and a very, very submissive voice that sounded unlike anything Zangetsu had heard from the scientist before.

Yes, Szayel had been thoroughly cowed and broken, and Zangetsu was certain H�tsu had used the last few days to make sure that Szayel knew just what sort of position the now impregnated Arrancar held with him. He wondered how much was true submission brought on by the mating and how much was an act the Arrancar was putting on for the sake of survival.

Probably a mixture of both, if Zangetsu was any judge of things. Szayel was an intelligent individual and had no doubt read and decoded H�tsu�s countenance rather quickly; understanding that a meek and submissive Beta was exactly what H�tsu desired. He did recall Grimmjow commenting that it was instinct for the Beta to appease their Alpha least the Alpha grow uninterested and abandon them, a deadly thing while carrying a child in Hueco Mundo. So that left the question open again; how much of the submission was instinct, how much was an act by a rather intelligent being buying himself time to find an out and how much was it training H�tsu had already implemented?

This entire affair was definitely making Zangetsu�s eye twitch in annoyance. It would take a month for Szayel to lay the egg and Zangetsu knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that they would need to remerge before that time was up. Moreover, he knew Ichigo. The teen would take responsibility for H�tsu�s actions and make sure that Sazyel made it to term. He wondered how Grimmjow was going to feel about having the other impregnated former Esapda nearby or if they wouldn�t start fighting immediately.

Sazyel was also nothing like Grimmjow. Zangetsu doubted the scientist would be thankful for the assistance and once the child was born and the mating completed there would be nothing holding Sazyel in submission and he might turn on them. Of course without access to his equipment the Arrancar really was no threat to any of them, but it never paid to discount the potential for Szayel to turn on them if given the opportunity.

Of course, there was no telling what would happen when H�tsu and Ichigo remerged. That alone might break the bond of Alpha and Beta, setting the scientist free, but somehow Zangetsu severely doubted it. Murphy�s Law was in full effect when it came to Ichigo; if something could go wrong, it would. The teen truly had no luck.

Then there was the urges to mark ones Beta. H�tsu was going to have those from time to time and he wondered if Ichigo would suffer from them as well. Somehow he doubted the teen would feel comfortable sleeping with this Arrancar and he knew Ichigo did not like giving his body up to H�tsu to let the hollow out. Either way once they remerged who was in front didn�t matter when the body was the same. H�tsu had just created one hell of a bloody mess and Zangetsu did not relish the thought of playing referee between human and Hollow while trying to clean this, simply put, cluster fuck up.

�Oi, Zangetsu, what brings you down here?� H�tsu questioned.

He had detected H�tsu�s reiatsu returned and stepped to the side to let H�tsu waltz into the room, smelling strongly of dead hollow, blood and, more faintly as if aged, sex. Most of the scents came from the corpse casually draped over his shoulder.

Because he had not turned completely around he had full view of Szayel and watched as the Arrancar actually cringed and cowered some more against the corner of the wall, trying to appear as meek and submissive as possible. H�tsu smirked and gave off a purr of pleasure at the sight of his pet.

�Ichigo was worried about you,� Zangetsu answered the question, trying to keep his tone even instead of letting any of his irritation through. He did have an image to maintain after all.

�Ha, I doubt King is worried about me at all. All of his attention would be on his pet and his young,� H�tsu sniffed.

Szayel was doing his best not to eye the corpse too strongly and Zangetsu wondered if H�tsu had been starving the Arrancar or if Szayel was suffering from the same hunger pains that had assaulted Grimmjow, although it had taken much longer for Grimmjow to show such signs of hunger.

�You know him better than that. He worries about everyone,� Zangetsu pointed out.

�True enough, over sentimental idiot. Has he been hunting? I haven�t seen him out there.�

�No. So far they have found enough local stock.�

�Pfft, stupid idiot,� H�tsu growled in annoyance. �The pet�s going to need real food to regain his strength after laying.� As he spoke H�tsu dropped the carcass he was carrying onto the floor and approached Szayel.

Zangetsu remained silent and observed as H�tsu held out his blood soaked hand just beyond Szayel�s face. He could tell the Arrancar was starving and the look of longing on his face indicated his hunger, but he made no move to lick the blood off of his Alpha�s fingers, like he clearly wanted to, and only gave off a whimper softly at the back of his throat to indicate his need.

�He�s such a good pet,� H�tsu purred in pleasure.

Smiling down at Szayel, H�tsu finally brushed his blood coated thumb along the former Espada�s lips, leaving a trail of blood smeared across them like poorly applied lipstick. It must have been a signal of permission for Szayel quickly started to lick the blood off of H�tsu�s hand like a starved beast, leaving not a drop behind before licking the blood from his lips and turning his hungered gaze to the corpse.

�You know how this work,� H�tsu smirked down, clearly addressing his pet. �Was their anything else Zangetsu?� H�tsu asked in a voice tinged with fake innocents even though it was clear his attention was on the naked arrancar and not the Zanpakuto spirit.

�You know as well as I do that we can not stay separated from Ichigo forever.�

H�tsu scowled and made no remark to the statement, keeping his attention on Szayel, who was now in the process of removing H�tsu�s blood stained clothing with hands that trembled only slightly, be it from hunger or fear Zangetsu couldn�t tell but he suspected it was probably from a bit of both.

Zangetsu shook his head and left before he would have to witness anymore. Not that the scene disturbed him overmuch, after all he was there every time Ichigo and Grimmjow mated, but he had no further reason to remain as H�tsu was clearly not interested in speaking to him and he was not going to waste his breath.

A soft cry of pain reached his ears before he turned the corner leading to the stairs, and it sure as heck hadn�t been H�tsu�s. Zangetsu shook his head again and briefly wondered if H�tsu was capable of doing anything without it involving violence in some manner. Somehow, he severely doubted it.

　

　

Ichigo had apparently come to the conclusion that they both desperately needed a shower. It had probably been over a week since the last time they had cleaned themselves up and both of them were beginning to smell. Even the blankets and pillows in the nest could use a good washing. He knew this, Grimmjow even agreed with it, but that didn�t make prying himself out of the nest and away from his egg any easier.

Too much stress had caused his instincts to go into full protective mode and the thought of letting his egg out of sight had his instincts screaming in protest. Here it was, his young finally laid and just waiting to be hatched. After all those years of trying, failing and finally giving up hope he was so close now. He refused to let anything happen to prevent him from meeting the cub he had been waiting upon, for longer than he cared to think about, that would be joining them in less than a month.

It was giving him a migraine. His brain, and nose, totally agreed with his Alpha�s orders to clean up, but his instincts and body refused to budge from his egg least it be threatened like they had been before.

�Come on Grimmjow. Look, we can wash most of the blankets first and make a new nest with them and wash the rest after,� Ichigo pressed.

�I am fine with that,� he snorted.

They had been having this conversation for the last few hours now, Ichigo was just starting to come up with various options instead of trying to coax, wheedle, and order him to comply. Admittedly the orders almost had him moving, and probably would have if the teen had not been torn into three and the full brunt of his reiatsu had thus been capable of encompassing the room. He missed that comforting thrumming and refused to admit it.

�And then we can take a shower.�

�No,� he growled.

�We both need one badly. At this rate the stench will attract things before my uncontrolled reiatsu does,� Ichigo wheedled.

�You reiatsu is so low right now since your separation you don�t need to control it,� he snorted.

�Okay, how about I shower first, then I can guard the egg while you shower?�

He squirmed at that one. Normally he would have been fine with it, but with Ichigo currently essentially human, the teen lacked the power he usually had.

�Zangetsu is here too, and there is no threat here that he can not handle,� Ichigo pressed.

He felt his instinct sooth at that. It was the Alpha�s duty to care for him and their young and he trusted the teen. Finally relenting, he gave a nod of his head in agreement. Ichigo sighed in relief at finally winning before gathering most of the blankets up and stripping the pillows of their cases. Grimmjow moved himself and the egg over to a single large pillow with two blankets and watched Ichigo bundling all the laundry up in one of the larger blankets before disappearing for some time.

He always felt apprehensive when Ichigo was gone and could never sleep until he returned. It was a good two hours before Ichigo returned with the pile of fresh blankets and the teen was clean as well, no doubt having stolen one of the other showers scattered through out the fortress while doing the laundry.

Truth be told, Grimmjow didn�t even know where the laundry room was. There had been lesser Arrancar to do such chores for him and he figured Ichigo must have found the room during one of his hunts for food.

The fresh clean and dryer-warmed blankets called to him as he watched Ichigo arrange the pile into a new nest on a clean spot of floor before approaching him.

�Alright, go shower and I will watch the egg,� Ichigo ordered sternly.

Reluctantly, he uncurled himself from around the egg and headed towards his bathroom with the intent to take as quick of a shower as was possible. He stepped into the hot water and couldn�t help but to let out a sigh as the soothing spray of water assaulted tight muscles and washed away pounds of dried sweat and dust. He felt his tension slowly wash away as the water ran over his body and he gave out another, deeper sigh as he felt his wired instincts slowly relax.

He was safe, his cub was safe, his Alpha was here and ready to guard them all with his very life. The threat was gone and he was finally regaining his strength, enough that he might actually be able to start hunting for himself in a week or so since he knew how Ichigo felt about such things.

What had been meant as a 2 minute shower turned into a 45 minute shower and by the time he stepped out he was feeling refreshed and almost �human� again. He was still feeling the fatigue from hunger and from laying, but it was a much less stressful feeling and his instincts were no longer high strung. In fact, he was feeling a little bit frisky. It had been some time since the last time Ichigo had refreshed the markers.

Leaving the washroom he noticed that Ichigo was curled up in the new nest around the egg, apparently dozing lightly and actually naked. The rest of the nest that needed washing was piled by the door as well as some of Ichigo�s dirty laundry. He had none for unlike him Ichigo felt the need for clothing more keenly than he did. He couldn�t recall the last time he had worn anything substantial and it frankly didn�t bother him.

�Feeling better?� Ichigo murmured, opened his eyes to gaze up at him, eyes that were also hazed over in lust. Apparently having his soul split did nothing to stop those brown eyes turning golden when instinct reared up.

�Much,� he agreed, forcing his way between Ichigo and their impending young.

Ichigo shifted to give him room before wrapping an arm around him and pressing their bodies together, making his own aroused state rather obvious as their skin pressed together. Ichigo�s skin was nice and cool against his own flushed flesh, hot from the shower and still damp despite drying off.

The hand that had wrapped around him didn�t stay idle for long before those deft fingers began to tease him, taunting one of his nipples by brushing ever so gently over it, causing it to harden completely as it sought more of that wonderful attention, Ichigo�s hand abandoned it for the one that had been ignored, teasing it into life as well.

He shivered in delight and almost jumped as soft lips latched onto the side of his neck and slowly suckled their way towards his throat, the rough tongue lavishing his skin felt hot, even to his shower heated body. The delicious moist attention had his nether regions quickly tightening.

�I know you are tired, but are you up for some attention?� Ichigo asked in a gravely voice, proving once and for all that H�tsu was not the true power behind Ichigo�s instinct induced lovemaking.

�Bring it on, if you can,� he taunted, trying to hold back a smirk and seem indifferent.

The attempted ploy didn�t work so well as his permission to continue prompted the teen to latch his teeth quickly onto his throat and began to maul it viciously. The attack drawing a small trickle of blood and causing him to shiver in delight at the fear and pleasure that rippled through his body and brought precum to the front of his now straining, and so far neglected, arousal. The blood that did come out of his neck was quickly licked and sucked up by the now hormonally high teen, who moaned in pleasure and began to rub their bodies together, making his own very aroused state rather clear as it rubbed promisingly of things to come in the valley between his ass cheeks.

A groan of pleasure was torn from his throat against his will as Ichigo�s hand tweaked a nipple, almost painfully, before it began a torturously slow journey down his body. Nails scratched lightly against his skin and raising the flesh in their wake without actually breaking the surface on their journey south. His breath hitched as Ichigo�s hand traveled lower and brushed over his thigh, stroking it firmly and pointedly ignoring the part of his body that was practically begging for attention.

He nearly jumped when that hand suddenly grasped him, the rough calluses pulling against his flesh and the thumb assaulting his tip, spreading the leaking pre-cum and causing his hips to buck into that hand to gain more of that wonderful friction. Ichigo bit down on his neck, causing him to go still even though he was fairly certain the teen didn�t have the jaw power, or fangs, to truly threaten him. It was just an instinctive response.

The hand wrapped around him began to stroke him gently, the thumb spreading more of the slowly oozing liquid around and torturing his highly sensitive tip. He let out a bit of a whimper as the need to move rushed upon him and his flushed body rose sharply in temperature. His breath came out in pants, each one causing the teeth holding onto his throat to scrape dangerously and oh so delightfully. His eyes snapped shut as he fought to keep his body still when all he wanted to do was to thrust into the warm hand torturing him.

Ichigo, who had also stilled his own body minus the hand torturing his mate, began to thrust against his body, rubbing his engorged length against him and leaving a small trail of his own pre-cum along Grimmjow�s rear. The teeth holding onto his neck loosened and Grimmjow took the silent permission to finally start thrusting into that hand. He could feel his release coming, it was so close.

As abruptly as it had snagged him, the hand suddenly released him and snagged his hips instead, pulling him over to lay on his back. Startled blue eyes met lust empowered gold and he felt a shiver run down his body at the promise of both power and pleasure those wild eyes assured him was to come.

The eye contact was broken as Ichigo moved in and thrust his tongue into Grimmjow�s panting mouth, the taste of his own blood touched his lips and the teen took the first round without a fight. The moment the shock wore off he fought back, his own tongue attacking Ichigo�s. He was winning the second round too until the teen cheated by once more grasping his weeping length and stroking his thumb across the top, which naturally caused Grimmjow to buck his hips in pleasure and lose his concentration.

Snarling at losing the second round, he started to fight back dirty as well, bringing his hands up and running his sharp claws down Ichigo�s back, drawing a thin trail of blood and causing his Alpha to let out a gasp of delighted pleasure, giving him the third round of their tongue war. Never one to give up easily, Ichigo continued to fight back, stroking Grimmjow�s length firmly and increasing the pressure of his thumb while bringing a free hand up assault one of his nipples, resulting in him winning the fourth round.

Snarling as best he could with another tongue in his mouth, Grimmjow rolled them over so he was now on top. He hated to admit defeat in anything, but if he could not win that battle he would find one he would. It was the war that mattered and so help him this time Ichigo would be the first to cum. With the egg laid his, instinctive Beta-like behaviour was slowly starting to wear off and it was time Ichigo recalled just what he was dealing with.

He attacked one of Ichigo�s nipples with his mouth, suckling biting and lashing it with his tongue, causing the teen to moan pleasantly beneath him. One hand assaulted the other and sweat slowly started to break out over Ichigo�s body. Smirking in triumph he continued to lavish attention to one nipple with his hand while his mouth explored the planes of Ichigo�s chest, his teeth sinking lightly into the skin just enough to draw small beads of blood that he eagerly lapped up.

He could not wait until the cub was hatched and raised and he could be the one to take his proper place as Alpha. If Ichigo�s blood was this intoxicating normally he wondered just how much sweeter it was going to taste when it was his turn to be the Beta. The taste of his Alpha�s blood in his mouth, a very rare treat to a Beta, aroused him far further than he could have ever imagined and before long he was assaulting the flesh quickly and rubbing their bodies together in a desperate bid to get the friction his lower body was screaming for.

A hand once more wrapped firmly around his fully aroused and aching length, trapping it along side Ichigo�s as the teen stroked them together. He let out a roar of pleasure and continued his assault along the teens collar bone, leaving a trail of minor bite marks that glisten with the salvia left over from licking the blood that welled. In the rush of heat and passion he forgot his place and moved his mouth above Ichigo�s collar bone towards his neck.

The sudden angered power of his Alpha slammed into him and he found himself flipped back under Ichigo, his Alpha�s teeth latched sharply onto his throat and the thrumming reiatsu assaulting his own. Apparently being physically separated from Zangetsu and H�tsu didn�t matter as he felt Ichigo�s reiatsu suddenly rise and overpower his own still weakened state.

He froze completely as his error suddenly registered in his fog addled mind. He gave off a soft whimper in way of apology for forgetting his place and let his body go limp, most of it anyway. Even under the sudden aggressive admonishment from his Alpha he remained painfully rock hard and desperate for friction.

The teeth latched to his throat squeezed once in a silent (and dangerous had he been a hollow instead of human) reminder as to who was the one on top and Alpha before releasing and Ichigo�s tongue soothed the bruised flesh in acceptance of his apology. Grimmjow moved slowly and once more ran his hands up and down Ichigo�s back, adding more thin red lines to the ones he had made earlier. The transgression was quickly forgotten as once more their hands and mouths explored each others body, leaving thin trails of red in their wake that glistened with sweat and saliva.

Flesh moved desperately against flesh as they ground their pelvises together to gain as much friction as they could. Touches and kisses became more desperate until he finally felt Ichigo�s hands snake down and wrap around his thighs before pulling them up and the tip of his Alpha�s arousal, soaked in sweat and pre-cum, probed his entrance.

The new position left him unable to reach Ichigo�s body with his mouth, but he made up for that by running his claws over Ichigo�s shoulders instead, claws that tightened into the flesh beneath him when he felt the tip push past his tight muscles and into his body.

He gasped and writhed at the slight pain the intrusion brought, for in their lust and rush to mate they had not prepared his entrance. Ichigo apparently retained enough sense to understand for the intrusion was slow, almost painfully slow, and those feral golden eyes watched him intently for any signs of distress.

Finally, the full length was seated inside of him and he felt his walls flex as they adjusted to the intrusion. After a moment his claws in Ichigo�s shoulders relaxed and his Alpha took that as a sign it was safe to proceed.

Ichigo pulled out of him slowly before thrusting back in, the tip of his head hitting dead on Grimmjow�s prostate and earning a soft cry of shocked pleasure from him. He had no idea how in the seven hells Ichigo always seemed to know exactly where it was and could hit it dead on each time.

Grimmjow grit his teeth and let his claws dig into Ichigo�s shoulders again, refusing to let the teen force him to cum first, but it was damn hard to hold on as that shaft picked up pace and began to slam relentlessly into his prostate. He squirmed, trying to change their position so Ichigo would miss the mark, but no matter how much he shifted and squirmed, Ichigo never missed his mark.

He panted heavily and struggled beneath his Alpha, trying to flip them over or do anything to prevent himself from reaching relief, which judging by how tight and pleasantly painful his groin was getting, was going to be pretty damn quick while Ichigo looked like he could go on for another hour or so.

Suddenly Ichigo pulled away and out, leaving him panting desperately for breath and feeling empty and completely unsatisfied. He didn�t have time to question why Ichigo had suddenly stopped and retreated before he felt hands on his hips and he was flipped around to his chest and guided to his hands and knees.

Ichigo�s fingers massaged his rear, stroking it and squeezing it softly, at least until Grimmjow managed to get his shaking limbs under control, before bringing their bodies flushed together once more. He had a moment to register the fact they were about to resumed where they had left off before that thick length forced its way in, this time in a sharp thrust that showed no signs of kindness or politeness.

He roared in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he was once more stretched and Ichigo proved he still knew exactly where that prostate was, hitting it four times in quick succession before finally taking pity on him and shifting his position slightly so that his length only lightly brushed the nub of pleasure inside of him.

Or perhaps it wasn�t pity, but a show of strength and ownership for the light touches were almost worse than the full on hits and before he knew it he was shifting about trying to stop the teasing. He was still so painfully hard and he desperately wanted to get some damn friction on his own length, which swung back and forth beneath him as his body was rocked back and forth by his Alpha�s strong thrusts into him.

The torture continued, his own length ignored and his prostate only getting the lightest of touches. The only place Ichigo was currently touching him was where they were joined and the very tips of his fingers that held Grimmjow�s hips in place and balanced the teen.

He wanted more friction damn it. He wanted to feel their skin touching and to feel the surprisingly deft hands of his Alpha stroking him. To feel that tongue and teeth lavish his flesh. He wanted to beg for it, but what was left of his pride kept his mouth shut. Not even relegated as a Beta would he ever beg for it. Thus the whimper of need that escaped his throat clearly came from Ichigo and not him.

Finally taking pity, or perhaps just appeased that it was once again clear who was in charge, Grimmjow was suddenly assaulted with the stimulation he had silently been craving. Teeth, accompanied by lips, suddenly latched onto his left shoulder and began that biting/kissing/licking journey across the blades to the other side. A calloused rough hand reached down and latched onto his straining arousal, stopping its swinging and began to stroke him firmly, the thumb once more assaulting the tip and spreading around the large amount of weeping fluid that was now all but gushing out. Best, and worse, of all was the resounding lash of pleasure that coursed through his body when Ichigo once more nailed his prostate dead on, causing his arms to give way so he was resting on his chest and his fingers clawing the blankets.

Through it all Ichigo never once slowed his pace, in fact he picked it up, thrusting into him almost like a wild animal. The teeth grazing his shoulders sought his neck instead and nipped into it sharply, mauling him like the beast Ichigo was currently acting like. The only sign Ichigo had not completely lost his mind was the fact the hand stroking and torturing his length was still gentle, although under all the wonderful stimulations of pain and pleasure Grimmjow hardly noticed that.

He almost lost his mind as the pounding Ichigo was giving him actually started to move them a bit across the floor and the burning need for release was right there, but some part of his mind recalled his promise; that this time Ichigo would be the first to cum.

Desperate for any resemblance of control, anything to hold out on the top of the dam that was ready to burst, he bit savagely into his own arm; which served the duel purpose of preventing any further cries, whimpers and moans of pleasure. His desperate act did not go unnoticed by Ichigo.

Once more Ichigo shifted behind him slightly so he was now no longer hitting Grimmjow�s prostate at all. The sudden loss of pleasure took him by surprise, as did the sudden absence of teeth on his throat and the hand wrapped around him. He was so startled that Ichigo was able to flip him around back onto his back without any resistance. Feral gold stared unnervingly into confused blue and for a brief moment he was certain he had somehow displeased his Alpha and was now about to be punished by being left unsatisfied.

Ichigo suddenly grinned at him, a grin that sent fire coursing through his veins and promised something; although what that something was he wasn�t sure. Without breaking eye contact Ichigo slowly lowered his head and gave him a victorious smirk just before wrapping his lips around Grimmjow�s length and giving three, firm sucks that sent the former Espada over the edge at the erotic sight of his Alpha taking him in, not to mention the amazing feeling of the texture of Ichigo�s tongue swirling over the overly sensitive head of his groin.

Grimmjow�s back arched off of the ground and the cry he gave off could have been heard through out the entire fortress had the walls not been built soundproofing in mind. He trembled and shook as the intense orgasm ran in waves through his body, pushed along by a vindictive tongue that continued to stroke the head of his arousal until every drop of cum was milked from his body, leaving him completely drained and boneless.

He forced his eyes open to see the smirk of triumph was still on Ichigo�s face and the sight of some of his own cum on those lips almost made him hard again, and probably would have if he had any strength left, but after such an intense orgasm he doubted even Kami himself could get hard so quickly.

Okay, Ichigo licking his lips like a hungry predator enjoying the taste of blood instead of his Beta�s cum damn near did it, but there was just nothing left in him after that. Of course, this still left a very aroused Ichigo and he didn�t protest, the lack of strength notwithstanding in his lack of protesting, as the teen settled between his legs and propped him up slightly before diving back into his limp body. Two dozen slow strokes later and he felt the hot release of Ichigo fill him.

Unlike him though, Ichigo did no seem to be exhausted and pulled out to curl up around him without any trouble breathing, although he was breathing a bit harder. A thought suddenly slammed into his head and in a panic his gaze shot around the nest searching for their egg.

It was resting safely nearby, wrapped up in warm blankets and surrounded on all sides by protective pillows. He hadn�t even realized that Ichigo had done such a thing during their lovemaking and wondered when it had happened as all he could recall was toe curling pleasure.

Assured his young was safe he rested comfortably against Ichigo�s chest and sighed pleasure as he felt Ichigo�s tongue clean the blood away from the many scratch and bite marks that littered his body.

�You know,� Ichigo purred into his ear once they both had regained their respective breaths and his �wounds� had all been seen to, �we are both going to need a shower again.�

He laughed softly in agreement, but neither one of them made any motion to move just yet.

　

　

　

You all have no idea how long it took me to write that scene because I had to keep stopping and cooling down myself. I hope you all enjoyed it. Special Thanks to my two wonderful women who checked the chapter over for errors and sentence structure. They are the ones who really made it that much more special.

Happy Holidays all and I hope you enjoyed the smut.
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