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Warrior	By : NeemaAdaeze Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 6033 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I wanna write the side story to 'Warrior', although I'm rather curious of who doesn't want that! It's not like I'm angry about it but I'm merely curious.... In fact, considering some of my other stories in permanent or semi-permanent hiatus, it's actually hard for me to do two or more stories at a time with so many ideas jumbling up wrong in my mind. But I could try, as the side story is relatable to this one!
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 19- Hunter and Prey, Coated in Blood
".... I look utterly ridiculous right now," Grimmjow frowned, his eye cyan eyes narrowed at his teen master who snickered behind his hands. "Shut it, kid....! I don't see why I should wear this, only an idiot could wear such bullshit!" he scowled.
"Oh, come on, Grimmjow," smiled Ichigo, sneezing out another chuckle. "I just think that you could wear it for a decorative purpose whenever we receive an audience--" He laughed again, making Grimmjow growled in annoyance.
"That's it! I am not going to wear this shit....!" he scowled as he glared down at the outfit he was forced to wear. It was a decorative bronze cuirass shoulder plates reflecting the supposed chiseled look of his chest and abdomen, matching with the manica guards covering his forearms and the greaves around his legs. The only thing he liked was the shiny iron sword with the bronze and gold hilt to emphasize the entire outfit, though Grimmjow couldn't get the weapon much to his dismay. "I won't wear this shit, kid! I looked like some show horse one would parade around!"
"Aw, it's not like that!" grinned Ichigo. "I thought an armor like this would match your overly exaggerated ego, after all."
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you....?" sneered Grimmjow, completely ignoring the blacksmith's flustered attempt to fix the leather ties on one of his arms.
"Believe me, Grimmjow, you're the talk of the town ever since the emperor have rewarded us greatly," the teen replied. "And because of that, my family name will receive a great reputation. And that is truly something, considering my esquestian nobility."
"But you're still a noble regardless," Grimmjow frowned but his master shook his head.
"There's a class within the class, I told you I'm considered lower-class compared to someone like Aizen who's a senator," replied Ichigo. "Those who can control the goverment are generally from the higher class, and people from the higher class are often descended from elite families at the start of our history."
"Huh, I kinda get it, it's like having our elders to control the laws of my tribe.
"Something like that...."
"Hmph, but it shouldn't mean that I have to wear something this atrocious," scoffed Grimmjow. "First of all, the armor feels too fucking heavy and I can't move as easily as I want to. Not to mention that this metal is chaffing at my skin...."
"Gee, you like to complain for someone who's getting a present from his master," smirked Ichigo. "All right, you don't have to have this one. We could try another one if you want--"
"No thanks, I'd rather not look like a pompous jackass," huffed Grimmjow, nonchalantly removing the manica guards that was already tied. "I prefer to have a weapon, but you Romans seem very afraid of a slave carrying around a sword."
"That's the law, it's not my fault," Ichigo sighed. Grimmjow merely grunted, proceeding to untie the leather strings of the body armor.
"I'm just saying, I've got nothing to do once the games are over," he muttered. "I don't want to stay in the house all day being nagged at by that woman, so there should be something else to do." Ichigo frowned, that was true. There would be more festivals in the coming weeks but it would be mostly dinner parties. He knew it would be boring for Grimmjow to mull around the villa with nothing to do.
"Well.... what is there you want to do, Grimmjow?" he asked, and Grimmjow blinked at him after removing the heavy protection.
"Huh, well.... I still wanna kill--"
"You can't kill anymore humans, at least not until the last day of Augustalia," Ichigo sighed.
"No, not that," muttered the Gaul. "I wanna hunt some animals, it's been months since I've last done it. It was my main source of living considering my skills."
"Huh, right, I forgot about that," realized Ichigo, remembering the so-called carnage in the courtyard not long ago. "Well.... if it's for hunting, I don't see the problem of buying some weapons. But no swords, though."
"Tch, you sure like to muddle my fun, kid," he sighed.
"I know.... excuse me, can we see tools qualified for hunting?" he asked the blacksmith. Almost five minutes later, Grimmjow grinned widely as they left the shop, holding a pair of seathed daggers in his hands. One would be puzzled, including Ichigo, that having something so minimal to hunt down animals. "Are you able to catch food with just daggers, Grimmjow?" asked Ichigo as they walked through the streets, many onlookers gawked in awe at the sight of the Gaul among them.
"I've caught animals with far less than this," he grinned. "It all depends on the skills and patience you can use on, kid, and it's not for ones with weak endurances."
"Easy for you to say, Gauls are pretty strong enough to hunt and fight so it's practically second-nature to them," Ichigo smiled lightly.
"Heh, if only that was true...." Grimmjow chuckled. "But we still need those to grow crops and keep farm animals around. Although we have come across those who wants to like us. I remembered that one day when Diroy...." His voice fell abruptly at the thought of his friend and he frowned. His teen master noticed that and frowned in concern, wondering if he had said something wrong. ".... Can we go to that magistrate to see what's going on with Diroy's situation?" he suddenly asked.
"Huh? Oh, sure, I guess," Ichigo nodded a little. "Renji's still injured from his fight, so I suppose Byakuya's home as well."
"That's good to know," sighed Grimmjow, following after the teen after Ichigo took a different direction. "Maybe after my victory in front of the emperor, the good news might come sooner than expected. Don't you think so, kid?"
"Well, we won't know until we try," he muttered, before glancing over at the Gaul. "Um.... Grimmjow? This Diroy.... he's this important to you?"
"Of course, it's good to know that the last of my firends is still alive," Grimmjow replied with a small grin. "Diroy's a very good kid. A little overly eager but pretty determined about things. But I guess you can say that he's my student of sort."
"What do you mean by that?"
"He came from a family of farmers, so it's kind of a boring way of life for him," he explained. "He decided to follow me around and wanted to learn how to hunt. It was still a long way for him, he's close to your age but he had only caught a few games by himself. That's because he started to learn pretty late, that and his overexaggerated personality could be easily sensed by the animals and they would run off," he added, grinning rather fondly at the the thought. "Still, he was a good friend.... being around him makes up for the tedious process of trapping and gutting out our kill, as he possessed the persistence of what I do for a living...."
"Then he must be a very good and important friend, Grimmjow," Ichigo smiled lightly.
"Yeah, that's true...." nodded Grimmjow, before looking at him. "I'm not sure what to tell him though.... about my new adventure with you."
"Huh? What adventure--" Ichigo frowned, but when he noticed the teasing gleam in his eyes, he instantly scowled and walked off. "I keep telling you to stop teasing me like that, Grimmjow! Sheesh....!" he scowled, though Grimmjow cackled and followed after him.
"It's hard not to, kid!"
(Blood and Sand)
It didn't take too long to realize that Byakuya was truly home, but Ichigo would have to wait to talk to him. In the meantime, he and Grimmjow decided to visit Renji, who was already up on his feet despite having tight bandages around his legs and torso. "Huh? W-wait a minute, Renji! You need to go back on bed, as Master insisted!" whined a black-haired teen slave with a single black tattoo marked on his right eyebrow, trying feebly to herd him back to bed.
"I've had worst, Rikichi, back off...." grumbled Renji as he easily nudged him away.
"But you'll open your wounds if you move around too much!" he persisted.
"Then you can simply close them back up," he countered, just as Ichigo and Grimmjow stepped into the room. "Oh, hey there," Renji smiled when he noticed them. "I didn't know we were expecting you guys."
"No, we came without telling Byakuya beforehand," smiled Ichigo. "How're you doing, Renji?"
"By the looks of things, at least you're not half dead," Grimmjow smirked.
"Tch, keep rubbing it in my face, Champion," Renji snorted, finally relenting to sitting down on his bed with a slight grimace of pain. "So what brings you here exactly....?"
"Grimmjow wanted to see if you have any update on his friend's whereabouts lately," Ichigo nodded but Renji frowned with a shrug.
"Didn't hear much of it from my master, so I'm not the one who can tell you," he sighed. "The last we heard was that he was still in Alexandria, but he might not be. The ship's probably in route for Sicily before Rome by now and-- ahh, shit....!" he hissed in pain as he grasped at his bandaged side.
"See, I told you, Renji! You need to lie down!" festered the slave named Rikichi the moment a faint hint of red was seeping through the crude strips of fabric. "If you don't, I'll have to tell Master that you're not heeding the warning!"
"Ah, fuck, fine then....!" huffed Renji with strained voice before carefully lying back down. It seemed to be better as the red-head's painful expression relaxed a bit and he let out a deep breath. "Shit, I shouldn't have let my guard down for a second against that guy," he grumbled.
"It wasn't your fault, Renji, we all thought that Thraex fighter was already defeated with his injuries more serious than your own," frowned Ichigo.
"Tch, well he's now more than just defeated, getting fucked in the ass in the underworld," Renji chuckled a little before putting up a somber look. "On a serious note.... sorry, I didn't hear a change in the news about your friend lately. It could take several more days until my master received a message about it."
"Oh but.... now that we have gotten a great reward from the emperor, is it possible that we can get the news faster?" he asked in a pondering tone. Renji blinked at that but smirked lightly in disbelief as he shook his head.
"Bartering for someone who is seen as 'property' to the Romans, no one would guess that a said Roman is doing so much for him," he sighed. "You're one weird boy, Ichigo. I'll give you that...."
"Well, if it's important to Grimmjow, it should be for me as well," he nodded.
"Heh, I can see why...." chuckled Renji with a humorous look in his eyes as he gazed at the two. Grimmjow chuckled back, while Ichigo nearly puffed up his now blushing cheeks in embarrassment. "Don't be mad at me, you and your lover boy should be thanking me for pushing you guys to do it."
"Renji, just shut up, okay?" Grimmjow smirked though his tone was coming out threateningly as he narrowed his eyes at the red-head. "Mention our business so casually again, and I'll cut off your balls." But Renji laughed despite of his pain, still clutching at his side.
"I'll make sure of that, Grimmjow," he groaned through his grin.
"Ah, excuse me.... Master's ready to speak to you now, Master Ichigo," a slave muttered when he entered the room.
"Ah, okay.... Grimmjow, do you mind staying here with Renji?" Ichigo asked the Gaul, who merely shrugged.
"Need someone to slap around in case he's acting like an ass as usual," he joked. Ichigo simply smiled before leaving the room, as Grimmjow moved to stand in front of his partner's bed. ".... You should be glad that you can rest for a while, Renji. That emperor told me that these were the last games for gladiators, so maybe you don't have to worry about missing your fights."
"Tch, you think so but I need to get back to training as soon as possible to keep up my strength," smirked Renji. "What about you? You should keep up your training as well."
"Of course, but I'll do it myself for the next few months by hunting," nodded Grimmjow. "It's not like I suck as warrior, I could already fight as I always have been for most of my life."
"Whatever you say, I don't think Kenpachi would like that idea of yours," he joked lightly. "But I doubt that Urahara would mind, as he likes to have everything when needed to be. Yet you wouldn't have guess that a highly ranked army official like him would lower his standards to become a lanista."
"Huh....? That strange man was a part of the Roman army?" Grimmjow questioned in disbelief.
"That was years ago, I've heard that he was friends with Ichigo's father during campaigns and battles, that's probably why you get to train in his ludus," replied Renji. "He's very knowledgable on fighting skills of foreign tirbes and is very skilled with the sword. As a matter of fact.... according to my master's words, Urahara was once a centurion. An army leader who can command over a hundred soldiers under his hand." Grimmjow blinked in mild surprise. He never would have guess that eccentric-looking lanista, who often mysteriously hides his face with fans, was just as powerful as the one who enslaved him.
"If he used to be in the army, then why did he stop being this centurion thing?" he frowned.
"He wanted to get married early, or some crazy shit like that," he sighed. "But because of his rank, he wasn't allowed to due to the military law. So he simply quit the moment he got the chance. Such a shame, too.... he could've risen through his status within a few years. Maybe being a praetor no doubt...." Renji cracked a smirk when he noticed the other man frowning at that and coughed out a soft chuckle. "What's with that face, Grimmjow? I know you hate Ginjou but I'm speaking the truth about Urahara. Just imagine him trying to talk to you over sweets and wine and smiling all the time if the two of you would've met in a different situation."
"Right...." Grimmjow sighed deeply, before his eyebrows tensed at the thought of Ginjou. He hoped that he could still have a chance to get back at him after revealing part of the reason of how he became a slave, that they wouldn't trace his story back to the praetor.
"Grimmjow...." muttered Renji, catching the Gaul's attention. "Whatever you're thinking about.... don't voice it out loud. I may be loyal to my master but I'm the only one who know of your secret of how much you hate Ginjou. Your opinions here could reach the other servants' ears, leading to bad misunderstanding or worse...." Grimmjow frowned before glancing at the teenage slave, who seemed to be preoccupied with fixing the beads in his hair, and huffed. That much was true, but only Ichigo knew truly of his vengeance against Ginjou. If words were to get out, he would surely be executed for it.
"All right, I get it," nodded Grimmjow. "So.... while we wait for the new year, we do nothing but train our asses off and hope for the best, right?"
"Yeah, I never get tired of that," sighed Renji, his body completely relaxed as the pain finally ceased. "But you're different, since you still prefer to do things your way. I mean, hunting? Good luck on that...."
"Hunting's just fun for me, that's all," Grimmjow shrugged, before frowning sadly as he scratched through his hair. "It would be even more fun with my old friends around...."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with having new friends, Grimmjow," Renji muttered quietly. "I mean.... we've been sparring with one another and talked about everyday shit for the past few months. So aren't we friends as well?" he asked, glancing up at him. Grimmjow blinked at that but put up a small smile as he nodded.
"I guess so.... otherwise, I wouldn't have given you any time of day, idiot," he smirked, just as Ichigo came back with a concerned frown on his face. ".... Something wrong, kid?" he frowned at him.
"No.... The ship had already left Alexandria, as Renji had said," nodded Ichigo. "But we won't know until they reached land somewhere. And that would take a week or two."
"And then what?" he asked.
"Another few weeks on land should they reach Sicily, I suppose," he speculated. "I guess it's time to leave, then. We have nothing else to say, Grimmjow."
"Okay.... Guess I'll see you later, Renji," said Grimmjow. "I want us to fight again soon, okay?"
"Sure, whatever," smirked Renji. "Take care...." he said as they left, the room soon fell silence before he glanced up at Rikichi. ".... Okay, close the door, I need to kill time while I heal up."
"H-huh? Aw, why me....?" Rikichi whined before moving to do so.
"Because Master can't afford to fuck me anyway," Renji pointed out, reaching to remove his loincloth. "Besides, you're a lot lighter, so you can simply ride me."
"Tch, no fair...."
(Blood and Sand)
If Ginjou could pout like a young child being punished, he would, but he sported a deep frown as he was being cornered by the higher-ups of the Senate. And during the gladiator games too, on the final day of Augustalia. They knew.... somehow, the emperor found out and questioned the reason why that Gaul-- or the son of the 'Feared King' Criturix-- became a slave and fighting as a gladiator. It wasn't long until they found out that Ginjou's post was around the time he was enslaved, and now the army commander was being scrutinized just when he was being reconsidered of being a praetor for the second year.
"This is quite serious, Praetor Ginjou," sighed Ukitake, nervously patting his forehead with a hankerchief. "You shouldn't have a minor massacre just because there was a misunderstanding with the tribesmen you had encountered then. Maybe if you had discussed things through, none of this would have happened now."
"But.... he questioned us of being there, even though those lands belong to Roman Empire," Ginjou frowned, trying to reason his actions months ago. "He and his men didn't need to act so hostile against us so I should be in the right of defending myself--"
"But even if that area belongs to the empire, it is a very obscure place with very few tribes and villages knew of us," the white-haired senator muttered with a concerned frown. "It's understandable that they would act hostile towards you, they themselves would have seen you as an invader on their hunting grounds. And anyway, it was you who initiated the attack, am I correct?" That question made Ginjou livid, as his eyes widened in disbelief.
"What makes you say that, Senator Ukitake?" he questioned.
"Come on.... who doesn't know of your reputation, Praetor?" Kyouraku pointed out with a light smirk. "You're the type who 'kill first and ask question later'. But that attitude's frowned upon here, we simply want to work with the foreign tribes as peacefully as possible. But this situation right here.... you've practically enslaved an heir of a vicious tribe.You do realize how much trouble you could be in, right?"
"But--"
"Did you know what you had dragged him into slavery regardless of his nobility?" Kyouraku asked, and Ginjou nearly flustered with any plausible answer stuck on his throat.
"Well.... I was told that he was a noble months afterwards, during a gladiator game--"
"And by whom?" questioned Ukitake, and Ginjou huffed his breath by the interrogation.
".... Ichigo," he answered with much reluctance in his voice. "He said that the Gaul was a noble, though I had a hard time believing it."
"So the young man knew of it as well," he sighed heavily. "Well.... nothing can be done about this. We've heard that the Gaul man will stay as a gladiator for a while, for his own reasons. Whatever those are...." Ginjou's frown deepened, he remembered Grimmjow mentioning about getting his agendas met but he wasn't sure what. It would have made sense to take that freedom then, but what was it? "As for you, however.... Although there isn't much candidates for praetorship, it doesn't mean that you yourself will be excused for doing such a thing. That action you chose months ago will greatly affect your chance for the second term. Do you understand, Praetor?"
".... Yes, I do, sir," nodded Ginjou with a very deep frown.
"Well, nothing can be done about it," sighed the brunet senator. "That guy wanna stay as a gladiator, then let him. Considering his race, he enjoys killing his opponents anyway. But only the higher-ups knew of his true origin. It won't be good if the regular class were to hear of it, it might cause an uproar and confusion among the people."
"That's true," muttered Ukitake before coughing a little into his hankerchief. "Goodness, the cooler months aren't good for me...." he mumbled but he looked back at the army commander. "Anyway, if you wish to gain that second term, you must right your wrongs. The civilians had already disliked you as it is, and that attitude is reflecting on your work. I'm sure you can do this, especially with your uncle's help."
"Ah.... fine, I'll try to ask him about it," he replied, though a deep sense of resentment was throbbing in his head. He wished that he didn't have to lower himself to beg for his uncle's help, but he might have to under the top senator's advice.
"That's good to know...." he sighed just before horns were heard, catching their attentions. "The last game's starting.... we'll discuss more of this later," muttered the pale senator, as he and Kyouraku turned to their seats. But Ginjou gritted his teeth in seething anger. Never had he been so utterly humiliated. That damn Gaul.... he was to blame, he blatantly told the emperor of what he truly was and by doing so, causing scrutiny against the praetor.
"Tch...." he scoffed under his breath and walked back to his seat. He ignored the brief glance from Ichigo as he sat next to his uncle, who stared critically at him. ".... Why didn't you mention that you also knew of that fucking Gaul being a noble?" he questioned quietly. "Not only that, the magistrate knew of the truth as well. Why couldn't you two back me up, Uncle?"
"It was your responsibily of talking to the tribes into doing auxillary for the Roman army," frowned Aizen, narrowed bronze eyes gazing coldly at him. "But you decided to go against reason and kill the man's followers instead of talking things through. And as for me, if they knew that I already had knowledge of this, it would just prove that I once again had to bail you out. You should know that I'm often looked down upon by the Senate because of you.... when are you going to learn of the consequences caused by your actions, Kuugo?"
"Must you keep treating me like a child, Uncle?" scowled Ginjou, but Aizen merely frowned at him before turning his attention to the arena. Already, Grimmjow in his Murmillo armor had came out with his sword raised to the roaring crowd. The sight of the Gaul made Ichigo happy with a big smile on his face, but Ginjou noticed something of the teen with his eyes discreeting looking at him.
Maybe he hadn't seen it before.... but Ichigo appeared taller with determination and confidence, he didn't slouch in his seat like before as the teen was sitting up straight with his deep brown eyes on his slave. But his gaze was soft and warm, Ginjou noticed, something that only a person would look like if they truly care for another. But does that mean....?
"Kuugo," Aizen muttered suddenly, catching the other man's attention. ".... Were you just listening to me?" he questioned him but he already knew the answer of that by the look of his nephew's befuddled face. "Tsk.... this is why those other senators dislike you, you don't care for anything but yourself," he frowned. "I was just saying.... that maybe if you hadn't been so preoccupied with your debauchery through all these years, maybe you would have been treated with respect by your peers. But it's too late now, anyway...."
"Tch, I understand that, Uncle--" frowned Ginjou.
"Now that I think about it, this Gaul had only made it this far because of the lanista who trained him," muttered Aizen. "And it just so happened to be the former centurion, Kisuke Urahara. Maybe if he had stayed within the Roman army, he would've taken your job...."
"I see.... too bad he's nothing but a lowly lanista now," he grumbled.
"Who's to say? He still has a chance to come back to us, as he's still a popular man among the Romans," he pointed out, much to his nephew's chargin.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" scoffed Ginjou, his narrowed sepia eyes glaring at the arena. Barely a moment into the game, Grimmjow was already overpowering his opponent, this time a Hoplomachus. With his great strength as well as his advance sword, he already chopped through the wooden staff before moving for the attack.
"Hahh! Got you now, fucker!" he sneered with glee, striking at the bare chest. The air was vibrated with bloodlust and cheering, before Grimmjow jumped back from the small dagger that was suddenly pulled out. But it didn't matter as the Gaul's blade was dripping with the other man's blood, and the Hoplomachus was now staggering from the deep wound. "Heh.... it's obvious from the outcome," smirked Grimmjow. "I win... you lose."
Before the opponent could move to defend, Grimmjow charged at him and swung the sword, this time the blade went deeper through the flesh. The audience cheered loudly as the opponent crumpled to the ground almost immediately. Blood and entrails saturated the sandy ground, before Grimmjow laughed at the quick victory. He didn't need to take off his helmet or toss away his shield, but he didn't care as he heard his gladiator name being chanted.
"Fuck yeah....!" he smirked, before glancing up at his master, who was beaming in relief. Ichigo was gazing back at him, it was too far away to see but the teen's brown eyes seemed enchanted now that Grimmjow was finally done. Now he wanted to get to him, the teen's father was here so he wondered if he could sneak a kiss on him. But his joy was instantly cut short when he noticed Ginjou vehenmently glaring down at him with so much contempt.
By the looks of things, it appeared that he was found out about him being enslaved by the army commander. Ginjou's frown twisted into a silent snarl, obviously wishing that he should had killed the Gaul when he had the chance. But he smirked nonetheless, now that he was practically untouchable.
".... Tch, he's practically winning just to mock me," Ginjou grumbled under his breath, before something caught his eyes. Ichigo stood up and moved towards the railing of the balcony, walking past the older man without much of a backward glance. He watched him leaning over to wave at Grimmjow, his eyes discreetly settled on the boy's small but amble behind. He wanted him still, regardless of his uncle's warnings. He truly didn't care that Ichigo hated his guts; he just wanted to take him to the point of leaving the young teen aching for pleasure like a tasty whore.
But as he watched Ichigo, he noticed the fondness etched on his face, and he frowned. He knew of him being friends with his servants, but that expression seemed different somehow. But he couldn't put his finger on it, though....
"Congratulation, Ichigo," smiled Aizen, catching Ichigo's attention. "Your fighter's a victor once again. I am sure you are proud of that."
"Ah, right, thank you," Ichigo nodded with a smile, once again Ginjou was being ignored as the teen looked past him. "It's too bad that it was the last gladiator game, but Grimmjow's found other ways to keep him busy for the rest of the year."
"That's good to know...." he sighed, standing up. If you excuse us.... we have much discussion with the other senators. Don't we, Kuugo?" he questioned, staring down at his nephew. Ginjou frowned at the true meaning but gave a curt nod and stood up, but Ichigo took a step back and glanced away, as if the praetor didn't exist in his eyes. That made him internally seething, but Ginjou swallowed his pride and followed after his uncle who was leaving.
He didn't like it one bit. He was being belittled for his choices while Ichigo and that Gaul receiving great benefits out of it. But nothing can be done about it, as he would soon be leaving to keep his job. "I swear...." he muttered under his breath, wishing that he could make both of them pay dearly for this.
(Blood and Sand)
"Wow! Grimmjow, look at this one!" Ichigo beamed as he pointed at a wild dog-like animal strolling in a cage. Grimmjow, briefly distracted by a sight of camels nearby, turned to see and smirked in amazement.
"Fuck, I wouldn't mind hunting down this one," he smirked, only to blink when said animal barked out what sounded like a cackle. "Damn it, we gotta get this one, kid!" he grinned, almost like a child getting sweets.
"What? This thing's dangerous to be a pet!" laughed Ichigo. "Zangetsu wouldn't like it, and I seriously doubt Nel would like this as well. Plus this animal's from the land of Ethiopia, and that land is very far and dangerous to trek."
"Well, I'd like it to have one--"
"Sorry, Grimmjow, no can do," smirked Ichigo, shaking his head. "I only brought you here to see the exotic animals on display, but we can't buy them. Besides, what're you going to do with the hyena?"
".... I don't know but I want it," shrugged Grimmjow. "Better than those weird-looking horses that spit shit on people over there."
"Those are called camels, Grimmjow," the teen laughed, much to the other man's slight annoyance.
"Can't blame me for not knowing, kid," snorted Grimmjow. "You seem to know a lot of these things, just point out the weird-looking shits, okay? I'm from a place where bears and wolves were the only animals to fear."
"Okay, okay.... That giant blue bird's called a peacock," Ichigo commented, pointing at said animal in a cage as they breezed through the outdoor exhibition. "That over there is an elephant-- and no, we can't have that, if that's what you're thinking," he smirked the moment he saw the Gaul's face lit up at the sight of the trumpeting behemoth then frowned when realizing they can't get it.
"But think about how fucking great it'd be to have it--"
"I don't know what it eats, but certainly it must be expensive to feed it anyway," he argued. "Besides, us Romans wouldn't want anything to do with those giant beasts. Not since the Battle of Carthage centuries ago."
"Really....? You Romans seemed to be in battle with other countries," he sighed. "Makes me wonder why your people need to take over all the lands just to prove you're powerful."
"Well.... we're not the first people who tried to do so," shrugged Ichigo. "A Macedonian price named Alexander the Great once took over Greece, Egypt, and all of Persia by the time he was in his mid-twenties. He even dared to conquer the eastern lands beyond that...."
"Heh, is that right, kid?" smirked Grimmjow. "Maybe we need to see this so-called prince one day."
"I doubt it, he's been dead for over three hundred years," chuckled Ichigo, and the Gaul couldn't help but to laugh as well. "Don't know why we Romans need to take over the world, whether to prevent foreign invasions or to control people through bribes and threats, but I don't get why we have to show other people that we're superior than them. Quite honestly, I think that type of mind-set is making us look weak."
".... Sounds very traitorous to speak of your own kind like that," muttered Grimmjow.
"True, but you haven't lived among them long enough for them to even look down upon the lower class," he sighed with a slight frown on his face. "You'd be surprised of how many times I've heard whispers behind my back, of me being 'odd' just because I'm friends with my servants. But when you are living within a social class that treats slaves as far less than humans, you can see why. They often said that because I had a mother who came from a poor family, I'm a little strange with my so-called hobby."
"So.... do they do it now, kid?" questioned Grimmjow.
"Huh?"
"I'm sure they're kicking themselves in the ass for looking down on you before, now that you have a champion gladiator," he grinned. "Not to mention that we got a massive amount of coins, courtesy of the emperor."
"Tch, if you think so, Grimmjow...." Ichigo then smiled. "Plus we received some more rewards from the final game a couple of days ago. Father's considering renovating the villa for the new year."
"And then what? You told him that I wish to hunt for the coming months?" he asked.
"Yeah. All he said was that you can't do it in the garden like before," he nodded.
"Heh, whatever...." smirked Grimmjow, before a familiar sound caught his ears. He glanced up and turned his head, before his cyan eyes fell at clusters of horses tethered to wooden poles. They were varied in colors and markings on their bodies, but he noticed one acting rather rebellious against the handlers. This one, with its coat color of a dusky tan, snorted and neighed in annoyance as it tried to pull from the rope attached to the harness around its head.
"C'mon, girl, stop fighting....!" scowled one of the handlers, but he and the others stumbled about when the horse decided to rear up and kicked its front legs up. This caught the attentions of bystanders as well as Ichigo, who worried if the animal was about to run wild. But Grimmjow merely stared with a somewhat bored expression, seeing what was wrong with the scene before him.
"Hmm...." he sighed before deciding to walk up to handlers in a calm manner.
"Ah! Wait a minute, Grimmjow--" Ichigo called out.
"I got this," Grimmjow said, and the teen blinked in surprise. What was his slave going to do? As he completely ignored the clamoring and warnings from the surprised handlers, Grimmjow grasped at the rope the moment the mare neighed loudly. But the Gaul's strength seemingly exceeded the five handlers as his hand barely shook from the tugging and pulling. His sharp eyes watched the beast shaking its head but with less rebellion as it gave off a soft snort. "There, there.... calm down, girl," he rumbled gently, reaching up to pet at its nose.
The mare snorted and stomped its hooves, but all the while seemingly obeyed him, white-blond hair ruffled as it shook its head again. "Aw, you're only mad because those men couldn't handle you, right....?" smirked Grimmjow, seeing that its light brown eyes blinking back at him. "I'm strong, girl, and I'm sure that you're just as strong. I bet you are simply waiting for the right person to handle you...." As if realizing that comment, the dusky horse gave off a quiet snort in agreement and whipped its long tail around.
"Goodness, Grimmjow.... how did you do that?" Ichigo asked in surprise, watching Grimmjow as the blunet petted at the horse's nose.
"I simply talked to her, that's all," he smirked as he glanced at him. "She simply needs to have an owner as tough as her...." That look in his eyes made Ichigo frown in realization, and Grimmjow's smirk widened in turn.
"You cannot be serious, Grimmjow--" frowned Ichigo.
"I didn't say anything, kid," he smirked.
"You're thinking about getting that horse, do you?" he scoffed accusingly.
"Make sense.... I don't know much about the terrains around Rome so I should get a horse to go around and hunt," reasoned Grimmjow.
"I-- Grimmjow, I don't think we could get one just like that!" frowned Ichigo.
"Why not? I thought your ancestors were warriors who used to own horses, right?" grinned Grimmjow. "Besides, your father's gonna fix up the villa anyway. It shouldn't hurt to build a shed for her..."
"But-- ah...." Ichigo just sighed in exasperation. He couldn't get it. The more he kept arguing with him, the less likely to talk him out of it. "You just can't be serious about this, Grimmjow...."
"Quite honestly, kid.... part of the reason why I want her is so that I can find ways to teach you how to fight," replied the Gaul, sporting a genuine smile this time. "We don't have enough space as it is. We need more area so you can learn how to evade enemies. And as an added bonus, I could even teach you how to hunt if you want to." Just as Ichigo was about to retort, he snapped his mouth shut and looked at Grimmjow in disbelief. He was willing to teach the teen how catch and kill games?
".... I don't know about that, Grimmjow," he muttered dubiously, but Grimmjow smirked.
"Come on, kid, we really need this," he bargained. "Just look at her.... she needs a firm hand, so I'm sure she's not too hard to handle. See, she's such a cute thing," he chuckled just as the mare blew air at his face. Ichigo blinked, now that he thought about it the older man was acting very close to the equine. He acknowledged Zangetsu from time to time but had never acted that much friendly towards the dog. Guess the animal was that special to him. He glanced at Grimmjow, as the Gaul seemed very adamant of this choice, and he took a very deep sigh.
".... Well...." he sighed. "What's the worse that could happen....?" he finally relented, much to Grimmjow's delight.
(Blood and Sand)
Ichigo screamed in total horror. Grimmjow cackled much like that hyena earlier.
They finally bought the dusky-coated mare.... that was barreling up and down the hills through the whipping winds. Although Grimmjow had his arms tightly secured around his master, he was holding the reins as he was leading the horse around outside of the city. "Stop it! Stop it! It's going too fast, Grimmjow....!" cried Ichigo, his teary eyes squeezed tightly out of fear of seeing anything right now as he gripped his fingers tightly against the strong arms.
"She can go faster, kid....!" laughed Grimmjow.
"No! No! Don't fucking do it!" Ichigo shrieked. "I'll kill you for this, Grimmjow! Fucking slow down....!" He didn't like one bit, and he should have seen this in hindsight. At first, Grimmjow led the horse out of the city with Ichigo on its bare back because of the Roman law of not riding it in the streets. But the moment they reached the hills, he climbed on with the teen on his lap and it led to this, laughing to the sound of screaming in his ears. "Please, Grimmjow! Make it stop! This is not good!" screamed Ichigo.
"Come on, this is so much fun....!" grinned Grimmjow.
"Gr-Grimm-- I'm about to throw up! Stop....!" Grimmjow could tell that he wasn't lying and frowned at the short-lived fun. Subtly but firmly, he jerked back the rein for the break. The mare whinnied loudly as she abruptly stopped and reared up, much to Ichigo's horrified surprise. "Oh my-- oh shit! Shit, shit, fucking shit.... fucking shit....!" Ichigo gasped now that the animal was standing still, his body shook in Grimmjow's hold as he sucked in air.
".... Sorry, I didn't know that scared you that much," Grimmjow sighed.
"You fucking think?" Ichigo scowled but breathed deeply to calm himself down. The fear of throwing up was soon going away, but anger replaced it as he glared up at him. "You're a jerk, do you know that? You knew that racing this horse around could freak me out!"
"Not really, I just wanted to give this girl a test run, to see how good her legs are," Grimmjow smirked in reassurance. "Those handlers seemed to be too eager to give her up to us, but I don't think anything's wrong with her."
"But still.... You didn't need to make her run," frowned Ichigo. Grimmjow sighed deeply but decided to lean down to nuzzle against his cheek although the teen tried to squirm away from him. "Don't, Grimmjow.... I'm still mad at you for that stupid stint," he huffed but the older man rumbled out a soft chuckle as he attempted again.
"I said I'm sorry.... Ichigo," he murmured, chuckling again when he felt his master shivering at being addressed. "Come on, let's try this again, okay....?" Ichigo didn't answer, but gasped softly when the mare started to walk from Grimmjow's subtle jerks. It wasn't going to be a full run so he relaxed against the firm chest.
"Where are we going, Grimmjow?" he asked. He looked behind him to see that the vision of the city was getting smaller by the distance.
"Don't really know, I'm just getting to know my surroundings," Grimmjow shrugged. "Don't worry, kid, we won't get lost. It's probably no different than the woods back home." Ichigo frowned, but he didn't doubt his instincts as the mare trailed down the grassy hill. The woods were a few miles away, so there was nothing but silence on the ride there.
He wondered how Grimmjow will hunt in the forest here. He doesn't think that his skills would be diminished after months of absence, as he was really curious of how the Gaul does it. It had only been a couple of days since the last gladiator games, but it felt almost a long time. And an even longer time ever since they were closely intimate. He sighed, inhaling at the familiar scent of dust and sweat, before glancing up at him. Grimmjow noticed him staring and grinned back, leaning closer to nuzzle against his neck.
"Mmh, Grimmjow.... I'm still a little mad at you, you know," Ichigo mumbled quietly. But Grimmjow just smirked. He still had control of the horse, as one of his hands let go of the reins to wrap around the teen's slim waist.
"I know...." he said. "But seeing you angry looks rather desirable on you. I'd love to see you getting like that again." That unexpected yet bizarre comment made Ichigo blush in a mix of confusion and embarrassment, as he glanced away. "You should see that as a compliment, kid," chuckled Grimmjow. "When you get angry, it'll get you stronger. And you being strong is very good to someone like me." Again, Ichigo's face heated up from the compliment and tried to frown at Grimmjow. But now he wasn't mad at him anymore, just as they went through the thick trees and bushes.
"Fine, I forgive you for that stupid stunt of yours," he sighed. "So.... what're we going to do about this horse? Do we got a name for her or something?"
"I thought of one.... it's gonna be Epona," answred Grimmjow, and Ichigo blinked in slight surprise.
"Epona....?"
"After my goddess, she looks after horses and donkeys, that's why we practically worship these animals because my people worked beside them," he replied.
".... Makes sense," shrugged Ichigo, and it was the Gaul's turn to blink at that.
"Thought you'd make fun of it, kid," he muttered.
"No, that name sounds interesting," he smiled a little. "But I'm a little worried when we go home. I don't think Nel's going to be happy for this."
"She'd probably blame me for making you buy the horse," huffed Grimmjow.
"Well you did make me."
"Good point...." Another bout of silence fell as they ventured deeper. Grimmjow gripped Ichigo tighter, breathing in the subtly sweet smell of honey coming off the smooth skin. He couldn't remember the last time he was this close to him, even though it was only a few weeks had passed. Under his palm, he could feel the teen's firm stomach as he absentmindedly rubbed at it.
Thinking about it, even when they were intimate, he didn't try to roam his hands all over his master's body as he would with any girl. Maybe subconsciously he knew that Ichigo was different simply because he was a male, that could be it. He heard Ichigo sighing in content from his touch, and he mentally growled at that. He wanted to hear more out of that before an idea popped up in his mind. He glanced around, nobody would purposely be around in the woods, as his eyes fell back to the oblivious teen. Finally deciding to go with it, his strong fingers grasped at the linen fabric of Ichigo's tunic.
"Wh-what the....?" gasped Ichigo, feeling his clothing suddenly being pulled up. "Grimmjow--"
"Shh.... there's nobody around, kid. This is our chance now," he muttered.
"B-but, we're on a horse--"
"We're not gonna fuck on a horse, that'd be just too weird," chuckled Grimmjow, pulling up the tunic to reveal the teen's bare thighs. Ichigo shivered in anxiety, he was unsure what Grimmjow was going to do, especially on a large moving animal. "Just relax, kid, I know what I'm doing...." he rumbled quietly. Ichigo felt his heart thumping nervously, though his body was tingling by Grimmjow's caullous fingers trailing gently on the skin, until they reached very close to his lax member.
"Ah! W-wait a minute--" Ichigo gasped the moment Grimmjow grasped at him, only to shudder at the touch. "No-- fuck...." he whined softly. "Fuck.... Grimmjow...." he attempted to frown, but heat flushed deeply at his cheeks as the older man started to stroke him slowly. "Wait...."
"It's all right, Ichigo...." smirked Grimmjow, nearly groaned when Ichigo shivered against his body. It wasn't new, touching Ichigo was really no different than touching himself, but his master's growing arousal was smaller as he lightly circled a finger around the tip.
"Ah....!" Ichigo shuddered from the overriding sensivity. Still being young, he was easily worked into a full erection before secreting out pre-come. "Sh-shit.... Grimmjow, please...." he began to pant, before feeling the sharp teeth grazing at his neck.
"That's right, beg, kid...." Grimmjow smirked. Hearing him moan and whine so wantonly was making him hard, as he pushed his hips against him.
"Damn...." he gasped softly. What was happening to him? He could feel the Gaul's hardness pressing at his lower back, and it was turning him on despite the sliver of anxiety in his mind.
"Don't worry, Ichigo...." he rumbled amusingly. "We're about to stop soon, so you better hold back."
"But.... we don't have--"
"I know, but we'll find a way," he smirked, before he spotted a nearby stream. He gave the mare a slight nudge of his foot and the animal obeyed as she moved towards the flowing water. "Okay.... this is a good place," he sighed, another twitch of the reins before she stopped completely. Ichigo shuddered when Grimmjow removed his hand and calmly got off, though he himself was too anxious to do so in the state that he was in. But Grimmjow easily pulled him to his arms and moved to steady him against a tree.
"Damn.... how can you able to move around while--" Ichigo tried to ask, but his lips were captured into a kiss. He felt his expert tongue soon sticking down his throat and groaned deeply. Grimmjow chuckled through the kiss and resumed back to groping him. "Ah, fuck....!" he gasped, shivering as he was being stroked faster. "Grimmjow....!"
"Shit, you look so fucking good...." he growled pleasurably. His eyes grew darker in lust as he watched the teen getting more and more flushed, before kissing him again. "I just wanna devour you right now, Ichigo," he groaned, before pulling up his own tunic. Through hazy brown eyes, Ichigo stared down at the straining hard erection that was already dripping. He could feel his heart beating harsher than before for the anticipation.
"No, don't stop...." whined Ichigo, the moment Grimmjow moved his hand away once again.
"Huh? Who says I'm stopping, kid?" grinned Grimmjow. Without wasting a moment, he grasped at the teen's wrists and spun him around. Ichigo gasped in surprise when he was partially pinned against the tree, the rugged bark deftly scratched against his palms as he glanced over his shoulder to watch Grimmjow pushing up the sleek fabric to expose his behind. "Oh, this is so new.... seeing you so submissive like this, even though you're supposed to be my master," he leered teasingly.
"You...." Ichigo admonished feebly, but froze when he felt the large hands gripped his cheeks apart and rubbed the hot rigid flesh against the crack. "Grimm...." he whimpered at the slick feeling.
"Keep your hands up," growled Grimmjow, and Ichigo shivered by the domineering tone. The first time, they were so focused of staying quiet, but now the Gaul didn't appear that he wanted to hold back his voice. They were in the woods where a chance of anybody walking by was very scarce. "Mmh, you think I could hear that sweet voice of yours, Ichigo....?" he purred deeply, pushing his hips forward to feel himself upon the small dry entrance.
"Wh-what the fuck....!" Ichigo managed to squeak out, but that only made Grimmjow chuckled.
"Good enough...." he said, before his hand reached out to caress at his face. "Here.... put these in your mouth," he demanded, pressing two fingers against the teen's lips. Ichigo blinked at that in slight confusion but complied anyway, opening his mouth just enough for the fingers to slip in. "All you have to do is to covering them up with enough spit so I can prepare you right. Think you can do that....?"
Despite being aroused, Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows. That sounded a bit disgusting to use saliva as a substitute to loosen him up, but since this was happening out of a spontaneous idea, they didn't really have much of a choice right now. "Mmhhh...." Ichigo groaned softly and awkwardly tangled his tongue around the fingers to wet them as much as possible. But this action seemed to feel very stimulating; yet it was almost dirty to suddenly think like that when Grimmjow moved his fingers in and out of his mouth to help.
"There.... that's enough," rumbled the blunet, finally removing them. "Get ready...." he warned.
"A-ahh....!" Ichigo gasped out, as Grimmjow pushed one coated finger into the entrance. He practically clawed at the tree bark as he felt the intruding digit pushing inside him. "Fuck...." he whined softly but the feeling was making his body hot.
"Good, but I wanna hear you louder than that," smirked Grimmjow. The demand made Ichigo's face redder and bit his lip as he shook his head. "Doesn't matter, I'll get you to say my fucking name out loud sooner or later," he chuckled as the finger pumped in and out of the shaking teen as quickly as possible. Ichigo whined but was still apprehensive of letting out his voice. "Come on.... Ichigo...." he rumbled so seductively, and he felt the tight muscles to contract around the finger in response. The saliva was quickly drying on the other finger so he decided to push it inside his master.
"Gahh! Shit, Grimmjow....!" Ichigo hissed out loud. It was different from before. It was easier from before with the oil, but he was feeling a hint of burning hurting from the intrusion and it wasn't a good thing.
"It's okay, Ichigo, I'm trying...." Grimmjow reassured him, his free arm wrapped around his waist to keep him balance. "Just bear with it.... it'll get better soon," he rumbled softly. Ichigo barely nodded though the ache was annoying to deal with. Grimmjow leaned in to plant kisses and nips on his neck and shoulders, trying to make it easier for the both of them. It seemed to work, Ichigo was tensed up at first but relaxed as he let out a soft moan.
With a small sense of curiosity, Ichigo moved one hand to reach behind himself. He shuddered a bit when the stretched area of his entrance along with Grimmjow's fingers moving inside him. "Shit...." he moaned. Two fingers paled in comparision with the Gaul's bigger and more eager erection pressing against him. "Grimmjow...." he whimpered, reaching to grasp at the throbbing organ.
"Fuck, Ichigo...." groaned Grimmjow with a big grin. "You're just asking to have my cock inside of you right now. Are you ready for it?"
"Nnghh.... m-maybe...." he whimpered coyly, with a small smile. Grimmjow playfully took the bait and chuckled.
"It's either yes or no, Ichigo. Which is it....?" he growled. Ichigo moaned again and nodded as he braced against the tree.
"Please.... I want it, Grimm," he pleaded, tip of his wet pink tongue licked at his lips as he stared at him through half-lidded eyes. The sight of that made Grimmjow's mind snap in an instant and he delightfully snarled as he removed his fingers out of him.
"Get ready...." he grinned as he then pushed the tip into Ichigo, who let out a choked moan at the much bigger invasion. Grimmjow groaned deeply, slowly but surely pushing through the tight heat with his hands grasping at the hips. "Aw, fuck.... just like before," he grunted.
"Ah!" Ichigo gasped, feeling all of his slave now inside him as he shook. Warm tears pricked at his eyes but he waited for a moment to get adjusted. "Grimm...."
"You want me to move?" grunted Grimmjow.
"Not yet, not yet...." he panted. It was the second time they were having sex, yet he was feeling so good from this, as he glanced up at the older man. "Okay.... you can move," he muttered. Grimmjow put up a grin and slowly pulled out, hearing his master letting out a shuddering gasp, before he thrusted back in. "Ah! Fucking good....!" he whimpered out.
"I feel good, Ichigo....?" rumbled Grimmjow. Ichigo didn't answer, instead he let out a loud moan when Grimmjow moved again. His slim arms shook and ached at each thrusting, but his voice seemed to amplify in the open air as he kept moaning and whimpering.
"Yeah, I fucking love that sound of yours," Grimmjow growled. Under a cool air of autumn, he was getting hot and sweaty anyway and the wool tunic didn't help. "Fuck..." he growled, slowing down just briefly enough to take off his clothing. His chiseled stomach tightened and flexed in movement. The thrusting was getting faster, pushing Ichigo against the scratchy tree, with his fingers digging into the peachy-tan skin in a bruising manner.
"Fuck! Fuck....! Grimm, it's so hard....!" moaned Ichigo. "S-so good! Shit....!" Grimmjow was too strong to keep pushing him like this, his legs were shaking and he thought that any longer he could collapse by his strength. "Oh shit....! Grimm....!" whined Ichigo.
"Wait a minute..." Grimmjow grunted, stopping momentarily to pull the teen away from the tree. Scratches covered over Ichigo's hands and arm, but that was the least of his problems as Grimmjow made him kneel onto the damp ground covered in twigs and fallen leaves. "Lie on your back.... I wanna see that luscious face of yours," he grinned, pushing him down on the dirt.
"B-bastard...." Ichigo scowled but it was in vain, as the blue-haired Gaul gripped at his thigh and manuevered him onto his back, and he groaned when the older man didn't try to pull out through all of that. His legs were splayed out before him, his now dirty tunic scrunched up to expose his stomach and arousal almost vulnerably. He could see Grimmjow's predatory leer, the cyan eyes were narrowed as Grimmjow flashed his white sharp teeth in a wide grin.
"So fucking good...." he growled, leaning down to lick at his lips for a kiss. Ichigo eagerly kissed back, reaching up to yank at the wild blue hair as they fought with teeth and tongues. Grimmjow challenged it further as he hooked his hands underneath the teen's knees and pushed back his legs. "Good thing you are flexible...." He playfully chuckled, seeing that the ankles were hanging so close to his head.
"Ahh.... shit, Grimm...." Ichigo moaned deeply, it felt like Grimmjow was deeper as he began to move. "Ahh! It's so deep....! So good!"
"That's what I like to hear," chuckled Grimmjow. He watched Ichigo's flushed face, his expression tensed up in absolute pleasure with his mouth hanging open to pant heavily. The amber-brown eyes were glazed with unshed tears that was staring back at him, though they appeared to be staring past him.
"Find it.... find that spot like last time," he pleaded softly, with one hand gripping tightly on the tough shoulder while the other was moving down between the sweating bodies. He reached to feel the raw slick organ thrusting in and out of him so fast and he moaned. "Come on, hurry....!"
"I'll try...." he groaned as he leaned forward and angled himself, hoping to find what he was looking for. Ichigo tilted his head back and bit his abused lip, with his free hand moving to stroke himself. Both of them didn't feel utterly ashamed by this. A Roman teen master being rammed by his strong Gaulish slave in the middle of the forest, where such privacy was nothing but a great priviledge. Ichigo had never expected any of this happening to him, but he wasn't complaing.
He was glad to be with Grimmjow like this, as he suddenly let out a sharp yelp. "Found it....!" smirked Grimmjow before he groaned, feeling the instant constriction around him.
"Fuck yeah....!" moaned Ichigo. "Again....!"
"As you wish, Ichigo...." he grinned before trying again. He stuck it again, earning another pleasurable yell from the teen. The jolts tingled throughout Ichigo's body, causing himself to leak more over his hand and stomach. Meanwhile, Grimmjow was feeling the tightness in his stomach. He was getting close to a climax, but he could hold it off for a little bit longer as he wanted for Ichigo to exhaust himself. "Shit! I got you now....!" sneered Grimmjow, striking the sweet spot once again.
"Ah!" Ichigo yelped, shuddering as his body tightened up and let go, spilling himself between his and Grimmjow's stomachs.
"Fucking shit....!" snarled Grimmjow. The inner muscles tightened around him, trying milk him out, but he still held it back as he continued thrusting. Ichigo squeaked out tired noises, he was entirely exhausted with dazed eyes gazing at the Gaul. But Grimmjow grinned and moved down to kiss him.
"Mmnnnhh...." Ichigo moaned weakly, saliva drooled out of the corners of his mouth before he felt him stiffen.
"Mmh, shit...." growled Grimmjow as he finally climaxed. Ichigo gave off a weak shiver when he felt the sticky liquid filling him up, then he was kissed again. "Hmmm.... that was so fucking great," Grimmjow rumbled happily.
"Yeah...." Ichigo muttered with a tired smile.
"You were good, kid. Nice to know that you got a good set of lungs on you," he complimented. Ichigo blushed a bit but he smiled again, finally relaxing now that Grimmjow let go of his legs. "Shit...." he sighed as he pulled out his now limp but stained member and sat back. "So.... how're we gonna explain this situation?"
"What do you mean-- ah, ow....!" hissed Ichigo the moment he sat up, feeling the stabbing pain in his lower back. "Shit, Grimmjow, you didn't have to be that rough on me," he frowned.
"Rough is good, it makes us close to our wild side," smirked Grimmjow. "Why do you think we were fucking in the woods?"
"Well, I-- wait a minute, we were fucking here!" Ichigo realized, looking down to see his tunic sullied with dirt. "Oh, shit! My clothes, they're dirty! And.... I got scratches all over me!"
"Hah, it's not that serious, kid!" Grimmjow chuckled.
"It's not funny! How come you didn't to take it off me, while you're already naked?" he pouted.
"I was caught up in the moment, you couldn't blame me for that!" he grinned.
"Maybe I should and-- ah, fuck! There are sticks poking at my ass....!" he grimaced, annoying dusting them away.
"Wouldn't be the first time," joked the Gaul, enjoying the heated glare from the teen. Ichigo scowled and attempted to tell him off when he realized something.
"Wait a minute.... where's the horse?" he questioned as he looked around.
"Oh.... she's resting by the stream," replied Grimmjow, pointing by the animal nearby. Ichigo looked back to notice the mare, who was plopped down on her belly by the water with her eyes focused on the two. "Huh, you know what? I think she was watching us this whole time," he mused, much to Ichigo's dismay and horror.
"Wait, what the fuck!" he gasped. "You mean, she was actually-- why would she do that? It's embarrassing to think about it now!" But his rant only seemed to amuse Grimmjow, who simply chuckled.
"So? Where she's from, horses fuck out in the open in front of each other," he grinned. "To her, me dominating you is nothing new. It shouldn't be a big deal, kid."
"Tch, shut up, Grimmjow," scowled Ichigo, but his cheek went red at the thought.
"You know that it's true.... you seem to have forgotten how cute you looked when you were submitting to me so easily," he muttered. "I doubt I'll forget the way you were licking your lips and begging for more--"
"All right, all right, stop rubbing it in....!" scoffed Ichigo. Grimmjow chuckled before getting up, but not before moving to place his arms underneath his master's back and legs. "Wha-- hey, put me down, Grimmjow!" he scowled despite of his minor pain.
"But we gotta get cleaned up before going home," smirked Grimmjow as he was making his way to the stream that was shallow but it looked deep enough to be waist-high.
"Wait, no! The water's gonna be too cold!" panicked Ichigo and tried to squirm away from him. But it was no point, as he noticed the wickedness in the blunet's eyes. "Wait.... you wouldn't!" he admonished him, but Grimmjow rumbled out a chuckle now that he was standing by the bank with small laps of waves splashed at his feet.
"You better hold your breath, kid," he grinned and Ichigo's eyes widened.
"You fucking bastard--"
SPLASH!
(Blood and Sand)
If Nel could have a heart attack, she would right about now. Not only was both Ichigo and Grimmjow late for dinner tonight, but she was mortified in shock and anger when they finally made an entrance. And they did so with a horse. But that wasn't the last thing.... Ichigo smiled sheepishly, though he was covered in scratches and his clothes a total filthy mess. Grimmjow, on the other hand, didn't seem to care that the woman was about to lose it as he merely blinked at her with a light frown. "What.... is.... this....?" she questioned so lowly, glaring with wide eyes at the sight of the mare at the door with the teen on her back and the Gaul standing by since he was holding the reins.
"Huh.... Nel, I can explain this--" Ichigo attempted to explain.
"It's a horse, woman, that's what it is," muttered Grimmjow. That type of answer wasn't good, as Nel glared at him with so much contempt that it seemingly rivaled Ginjou.
"Why do I got the feeling that it was you who forced the idea in Ichigo's head to get the horse....?" she questioned, her quiet tone expelling more anger rather than yelling. "What are we going to do with this thing? We can't have this around, not even without your father's consent, Ichigo," she added, aiming the question at the teen who felt a little ashamed at the realization.
"I'm.... I'm sorry, Nel," he mumbled quietly. "I guess we got a bit carried away there. Maybe we were feeling so happy about the emperor's reward, we decided to splurge a little."
"Tch, we didn't spend a lot on this horse, those handlers pretty much handed her to us all because she was acting wild," huffed Grimmjow.
"You're not helping, Grimmjow," frowned Ichigo.
"Who said I was....?"
"Please.... I can't take this anymore, guys," Nel frowned in disappointment. "Ever since Grimmjow had been here, he had been nothing but trouble. One way or another, he always finds way to cause grief to this family and to this household. Have you ever considered this behavior of his, Ichigo? When he will learn that here is nothing like his homeland? We have laws and rules to follow, not doing so would only cause chaos. And him.... you seem to be acting reckless more and more ever since since he had been here, Ichigo. And this is the proof right here.... what happened to you today?"
"Well.... we ventured to the woods after getting the horse, and I.... got curious in my surroundings but Grimmjow was there to keep an eye on me when I wandering around," Ichigo replied.
"So that explains why Grimmjow appeared cleaner," Nel remarked tartly, although Grimmjow was already nude when he decided to dunk Ichigo into the cool stream earlier.
"I know that, but it was my choice to-- achoo....!" Ichigo suddenly sneezed out, catching both of the Gauls' attentions.
"Ichigo, are you sick?" asked Nel with a worried frown.
"Um.... the weather's getting cooler so I might be catching a cold, Nel," Ichigo muttered, giving Grimmjow a brief glare. Nel just couldn't take much of this anymore, as she sighed heavily and shook her head.
"All right, fine.... I'll get you cleaned up and give you a bowl of soup," she sighed before frowning. "But this horse, it needs to stay outside until we can assess this situation in the morning."
"But, Nel, I don't think we can just leave her out in the cold--" Ichigo frowned.
"I'll stay with her," affirmed Grimmjow, and the teen blinked in surprise from that. "Maybe it's the weather here, but I've ventured on nights much colder than this, so I can manage."
"Are you sure about this, Grimmjow?" asked Ichigo.
"Like the woman said, it's my fault that I tricked you into getting the animal," Grimmjow frowned disgruntledly, narrowed eyes staring down on her. "But might I add that because of my so-called destructive behavior, this house had been greatly rewarded by the emperor. Also, it should be fair that the kid learn how to get used to the world where it's nothing but a fucking battle, where you can die one day. There's no such thing as paradise, but I suppose you wouldn't know the difference as you prefer the false sense of security within the villa."
"What does that supposed to mean?" scoffed Nel.
"It means that I will continue to teach the kid how to fight," he frowned. "With his father being gone for days at a time, this place is very vulnerable without anyone to protect it. Are you sure that you want that, leaving the other slaves and the little girls to get attacked by invaders from who knows where?"
"Grimmjow.... that's enough," Ichigo demanded firmly, no doubt troubled by the thought of it. Grimmjow glanced up to see his bothered expression, and he frowned a little.
"Sorry about that, kid...." apologized the Gaul before moving to the horse's side. "Come on, I'll get you down," he offered, holding his strong arms out. Ichigo nodded and held onto him. He was starting to feel tired so he didn't think much of the closeness between them before placing his footing.
"Are you sure that you're gonna be okay outside, Grimmjow?" he asked.
"I'll be fine, maybe Epona could tell me her life story all night long," he joked lightly, grasping for the reins to lead the horse out.
"Um, I'll send you a blanket if you want--"
"Thanks but no thanks...." muttered Grimmjow. Ichigo forwned lightly, as the front doors closed. The area here was still unknown to the older man, so he wasn't sure if Grimmjow would be okay sleeping in the cold even with an animal by his side.
"Let's hurry up, Ichigo...." muttered Nel, gently nudging him to move. "It's almost time for bed, you need your rest."
"Okay, Nel...." sighed Ichigo as he turned to go upstairs. But as he done so, Nel blinked and suddenly noticed small reddish bruises on his bare neck. She frowned, wondering if those marks were caused by bug bites since he was in the woods. But if that was the case, then the teen should have more bites on his limbs. Maybe she saw thinking too much about it as she was tired herself, as she followed after him to prepare the bath.
(Blood and Sand)
In a vast, open area, Grimmjow hadn't realized how chilly the night would be. Still, he had dealt with nights colder than right now, but he supposed that being in the woods would be warmer rather than on a clear valley near the villa. An only single tree was around, although it looked like a meager shrubbery, but it was better than nothing to tethered the newly named mare to it. "There we go...." he sighed, before feeling a warm huff against his face. "What is it, girl....?" he muttered. "Oh, right, you haven't eaten yet. Shit, guess my excitement got the better of me and didn't get a chance to buy food."
Epona grunted at his words, seemingly telling him her annoyance. Grimmjow sighed and glanced back at the quiet villa, wondering if he could find something to feed her. But he quickly decided against it, not wanting to leave her alone to potential thieves lurking around. Even though he was suddenly feeling hungry himself. "Shit...." he grumbled, feeling the annoying tightness in his stomach as he sat down on the drying grass next to the plant. The horse huffed again but her ears turned to him for attention and he noticed that.
".... I suppose you can understand me, in my tongue or that of the Romans," Grimmjow muttered, slipping into his natural language. It seemed a bit strange to do so even though it should be normal for him. Even though he didn't really know of the Romans growing up, he knew of their language although he wasn't sure why. But he felt more like himself to speak the words of his people. "Epona.... I don't think I made a mistake of getting you," he mused. "You look like a very good animal, and I like your feisty attitude. That woman, however, seems to hate every single thing I do. I don't know why I have to put up with her, but I must for Ichigo's case."
Epona snorted softly but leaned down to nuzzle at his hair. "Wait a minute, girl, my hair's not grass," he smirked, nudging her nose away. "I promise to get something for you in the morning, okay? Just try to sleep it off for the night...." Grimmjow glanced up to look at the small clusters of stars glimmering in the blackish blue sky, before letting out a deep exhale.
"You seem to be okay with Ichigo, huh...? He's a good kid, so of course you'd be docile around him even though I'm practically your master. But, then again.... maybe you only put up with him because you've seen how I care about him. In more ways than one, I might had. But what do you think of him, Epona?"
As if to answer that question, Epona huffed out a gentle noise as she whipped her tail around. "You like him, huh....?" sighed Grimmjow, putting up a small smirk. "Me too.... I like him differently than you, though--" He noticed one of the mare's ears flickering to the side, and he glanced to see someone coming from the villa. He blinked and realized that it was Ichigo, albeit with what looked like a heavy blanket and a parcel in his arms. "Ichigo, is that you....?" he called out quietly, switching back to the assimilated language.
"Y-yeah, I just couldn't resist giving this to you, Grimmjow," Ichigo smiled sheepishly, as he walked up to him. "Don't care what you said earlier, but you need something warm to sleep," he sighed as he knelt next to him. Grimmjow could only smirk and took the offer, noticing that the teen was cleaned of the dirt and most of the scratches on his arms were going away. "Oh, and also.... I know you didn't get a chance to eat so here," said Ichigo when he handed him the bag.
"Great, thanks a lot," grinned Grimmjow, taking out a shiny red apple. "Here you go, girl," he offered and Epona didn't waste any time to snag it from his outstretched hand.
"Goodness, I'm surprised she didn't bite your hand off!" gasped Ichigo but Grimmjow merely chuckled.
"She was close, though...." he sighed. "Okay, kid.... there's no need to stay around with me. You need to go back to the villa and sleep."
"I know that, Grimmjow, but there's something I want to speak to you about," he muttered. "Earlier.... you mentioned how vulnerable my house would be, whenever my father's away on business. I never thought much of it until now, about how my little sisters being left alone without anyone to protect them...."
"Oh, that.... I didn't mean to say it like it--"
"No, it's okay...." Ichigo sighed, moving close to snuggle against his chest. "I always wanted to look after them ever since my mother had them. She was sick and weak after giving birth to them, so I wanted to help her out in any way I can. Surviving through childbirth was lucky enough, but living for five more years after having twins is practically a blessing, though it's still a tragedy to have her leave us...."
"Hmm, I feel the same way," sighed Grimmjow. "Months after my father died, many men tried to court my mother into marriage, but she was a stubborn woman and refused every last one of them. She believed that with me being a son of a cheiftain, she didn't want me being looked down on regarding my future. Instead, she did all the work men would usually do, something that would emasculate said men as she was a better hunter."
"Sounds like she could rival Diana...." commented Ichigo.
"Let's hope so," smirked Grimmjow, leaning to kiss him on the forehead. "But seriously, now that we have the horse, we could have more area to venture out and train. You need more movements to hone you skills with the swords better. You will need to learn how to use nature as your defense and offense, an advantage better off if you wish to hide from your enemies."
"Make sense...." Ichigo nodded. "But there's one more thing I'm curious about."
"Hm?"
"You promise to teach me how to hunt should we get the horse," he said. "Is that really true, Grimmjow? First fighting, then hunting animals. I don't think I could do such a thing."
"Oh, I believe you can, kid," smirked Grimmjow. "You're a quick learner despite of your age. Maybe one day you can snag a full-grown deer on your own." Ichigo merely shook his head, but he was a bit curious about participation of hunting. The only concern was if his father or even Nel would be okay with it, though the latter might be readily against it.
"All right.... I'll give it a try, Grimmjow. That would make you happy, right?" Ichigo sighed. Grimmjow merely responded by tilting his master's chin up and planting a kiss against his lips. Ichigo sighed in content and kissed back, nipping at his bottom lip as he reached up to feel the hard chest covered by the woolly fabric.
"Mm, not tonight.... you need to go back inside, kid," Grimmjow murmured. "That woman'd be livid if she were to find you missing."
"Okay, Grimmjow," Ichigo nodded with a soft smile. "Eat up and get some sleep." The teen stood up and he turned to pet Epona on the nose. "You too, Epona," he smiled, and the horse snorted back.
"Good night, kid...." nodded Grimmjow.
"Good night-- oh, there's also another thing I wanted to ask," Ichigo realized. "When I was coming down, I heard you speaking to the horse with another language. What was that about?" At that, Grimmjow blinked in surprise before letting out a chuckle.
"Can't I talk in my native tongue once in a while?" he smirked.
"It's all right.... I was just curious about it, that's all," smiled Ichigo before turning to leave. Grimmjow chuckled again, before reaching inside the bag for another apple.
"Here's another one, Epona," he said as he gave it to the hungry horse. "That's the last one, though. I don't think you want to eat meat anyway...."
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Damn, I'm done! I'll take a breather for a while, as I'm going to a comic book convention soon. But I'll come back, yays....!
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