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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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Warnings: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature, readers are advised to sit back, relax, and enjoy them.

Tied

Despite how exhausted he was, Grimmjow found himself unable to drift off just yet as his stomach churned painfully and his thoughts whirled about in shock at what had just happened. How the hell had the teen manage to do this to him?

He had to leave. He had to escape. Despite how exhausted he was and how much his stomach was churning as it absorbed both of their reiatsu and genetic material, he forced himself to sit up.

The arm around him suddenly tightened and held him in place, preventing any form of escape for the moment.

"Going somewhere, pet?" a strange, echoing voice asked amused.

He froze in shock and looked over his shoulder to see Ichigo's eyes were wide open and while they were still golden, they were definitely different. It wasn't just because the sclera where now black instead of white either. These were the eyes of his kind, the eyes of a dangerous and powerful hollow.

"What?" he questioned confused.

"Did you think I would let you top King? He may have been naive about what you were attempting, but I was not," the echoing voice leered.

"I wasn't attempting anything," he snarled in denial and tried to pull free.

He was held firmly in place as if he were but a babe struggling in the jaws of a large predator.

"You were thinking about it. I could smell it on you," the creature accused harshly.

He increased his struggles to escape, but found the other's grip on him was too damn strong and his stomach was starting to really hurt now as his insides reformed. He bit his lip to stop from crying out at a rather painful twist.

"You can't leave and we both know it," the Hollow laughed, his voice echoing darkly. "You belong to us now. You can not hope to survive alone until the Mating is complete. Already your scent is changing," he taunted.

The damn creature was right. It would be dangerous to leave now until the results of their mating was resolved. His scent was changing even as his stomach churned and would attract every Hollow for kilometres.

"Ichigo?" he questioned hesitantly, wondering what had become of the Hybrid.

"He's sleeping right now. If it makes you feel better I merely directed his actions at first until instinct took over and did the rest. He has no idea what he has really done to you. Oh he will remember the great sex, but he doesn't know the consequences of your actions," the disgusting echoing laughter rang out again. "And you know what, I think I will leave that up to YOU to explain to him."

His stomach was slowly starting to settle and he was finally released from the others grip. Free at last he tore out of the bed as if the dogs of hell were on his heels, but he didn't go far. He couldn't go far.

He spun about to toss a glare of pure hatred at the Hollow smirking up at him from the bed. His nudity meant nothing to him and he clenched his fists so tight blood began to run down his knuckles to drip slowly to the floor.

What had meant to be a night of crossing blades in mutual pleasure had turned into a nightmare all thanks to this creature.

"Awe, come back to bed pet," the Hollow cooed, "Ichigo would be disappointed to wake up and find you gone after a night of such passion as you two shared," the Hollow taunted, holding a hand out to him invitingly.

He wanted to do nothing more than pull his clothes on and run, but he knew that was not an option until after everything came to its conclusion. It would be far too dangerous for him to be caught out alone.

"If it will make you feel better I will go back to sleep myself. Besides, it is rather tiring to control King's body like this and the old man is really starting to get pissed too," the Hollow chuckled.

"Old man?" He couldn't stop himself from asking, his curious nature forcing the question out despite himself.

"Zangetsu of course," the hollow snorted.

"And what's your name?" he demanded.

He didn't ask because he was interested, but merely because it made him feel slightly better to know the creatures name.

"Tsh, I am Zangetsu as well." The black began to drain from Ichigo's eyes like oil flowing off of a field of water. "We are both Ichigo's power, and should he ever fail I will rise up and take his place as King. You might want to remember that, pet," Hollow Zangetsu's voice faded away completely as the last of the black cleared from Ichigo's eyes and he once more collapsed onto the bed asleep.

The last flutters in his stomach finished calming down and he glared at it before turning a distrusting gaze back at the teenager. For all intents and purposes he appeared to be deep asleep, as expected for the end of a mating.

For several minutes Grimmjow just stood there, debating on gutting the teen alive for doing this to him or just crawling back into bed and hoping he would wake up in the morning to discover this was all just be a bad dream.

After several minutes of agonizing debate, he crawled back into bed and found himself once more in the grasp of the teen. Ichigo muttered something and nuzzled his neck before going down completely once more. Grimmjow's own exhaustion pulled him down with hardly a fight a few minutes later.

Ichigo awoke slowly the next morning, his thighs and chest stinging slightly from Grimmjow's love bites and the memories from last night on the top of his brain. He couldn't believe he had actually done something like that with someone like Grimmjow! It was hardly what he figured his first time would be like, but in all honestly he didn't really think it could have gone much better.

He was dimly aware he was clutching onto something rather warm and he blinked his eyes open to stare in surprise at the sea of powder blue hair inches from his face. In all honesty he was surprised to see the Espada still in his bed, and apparently trapped in his grasp. He had been expecting to wake up alone as Grimmjow really did not seem like the cuddling type.

Ichigo shifted his position carefully so as not to disturb his bed mate. Grimmjow made a soft, almost mewing sound and curled up tighter against him, silently protesting the sudden absence of warmth like any slumbering cat. Ichigo found himself chuckling softly in amusement. Like last night he noticed that slumber seemed to tame the savage beast that was Grimmjow. Not that it made him look cute, just that it made him look less ready to rip a person to shreds.

Ichigo supposed that was what had attracted him to Grimmjow in the first place. There was a sense of danger involving the Espada, a sense of adventure his normal High School life and regular, boring patrols just didn't bring. After everything that had happened he needed, CRAVED, that feeling of danger. Nothing that showed up in Kurakura Town was worth going past Shikai for, hell they hardly required the use of Zangetsu at all, and was all to easily defeated. But sparing with Grimmjow let him flex his proverbial wings and go all out.

"It's not like anyone else is ever around to spar with," he couldn't help but to think bitterly.

"Ichigo?" the old man spoke up, taking him by surprise.

"Yeah, what is it?" he sent back once he overcame his surprise.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, perfectly fine," he couldn't help but to smile in amusement at the concern he was reading from his Zanpakuto, "I was honestly expecting to wake up alone though. I wonder why he stayed? Grimmjow really didn't seem like the cuddling type to me, but he's still here."

There was another memory from last night that was foremost in his brain that took him by surprise. He had honestly expected to be the one to bottom, but something just seemed to flow in the air and before he even realized it he had been the one enjoying the feeling of the other's tight muscles clenching around his hardened shaft.

And god had it felt so damn good, way better than any of his past experiences involving his hand and imagination. Just because he wasn't a pervert like Kon didn't mean he didn't have needs, dreams or desires.

The more he awoke, the more he felt the usual morning demands knocking on his body. The need to get something to eat and empty his former meals hit him with a familiar urge. Despite his growing hunger and the need to pee gnawing on him, he couldn't bring himself to leave just yet.

"Kami knows when I will ever get to see him like this again. If I know Grimmjow he's probably going to wake up with his tail in a knot over being so vulnerable and storm out of here in a huff with his nose in the air."

"That's the least of his concerns King," his Hollow's voice echoed with a rather hysterical laugh attached at the end.

And there went the peaceful morning. He let out a soft groan and prayed the other would remain silent while he slowly started to untangling himself from his bed mate. He stopped halfway through though and considered the situation.

Now if he recalled how these events in movies, anime and manga always worked out, letting one partner wake up alone after a night of sex usually didn't end well for the one doing the crawling out of bed. He was loathed to wake the sleeping Espada up; to break the moment of peace that had settled around them, but in the end he went with common sense and, with a sigh of regret, he gently shook Grimmjow's shoulder and called his name softly.

Grimmjow gave off a another soft little mew before his face scrunched up in annoyance and blurry blue eyes blinked open to glare at him for disturbing what appeared to be a good sleep.

"Wha'?" Grimmjow murmured confused. "Ichigo?" he questioned.

"Morning," Ichigo greeted with a trace of a smile. "I was going to get up and make something to eat. Are you hungry?" he questioned.

"I don't exactly eat your kind of food," he pointed out sleepily, running a hand over his face to clear away the last vestiges of slumber.

"Good point," he admitted, finishing getting out of bed.

He winced as he looked down at his thighs and chest, a few of the teeth marks had beading droplets of blood, but otherwise there wasn't much in the way of damage. In fact now that the bed was free, Grimmjow took the opportunity to spread out on his chest to claim more of it for himself.

"Typical cat," Ichigo couldn't help but to think amused.

Ichigo did stare in surprise at the numerous claw marks running down Grimmjows back. Like his own bite marks there were several beads of blood but the damage didn't appear too bad. He found himself licking his lips as he watched one bead slowly start to run down the Espada's side.

Before he even realized what he was doing he was kneeling bedside the bed and capturing the bead with his tongue. He felt Grimmjow shiver beneath him. Ichigo rolled the taste about in his mouth and found it addicting before moving to the next bead of blood, catching it with his tongue.

"What are you doing?" Grimmjow demanded with a hint of surprise, but made no motion of moving.

Ichigo didn't answer, he didn't know why he was doing this, only that he needed to taste more. He continued to lap up the beads of blood on Grimmjow's back with his tongue. Beneath him Grimmjow made a sound akin to a little whimper, but made no sign of wanting Ichigo to stop.

He never figured himself the type to enjoy the taste of blood, but the little droplets left a nice tang on his tongue. He found himself slowly moving over every scratch mark, licking up each bead until he found himself flush against his bed mate.

He let out a groan as he realized he was rock hard and the heat in his body demanded release. Beneath him he felt Grimmjow shift slight as he rubbed up against him, making his arouse and interest apparent to the blue haired Arrancar. Would the Espada be ready for another round so soon? Hell, would he even want another round or had last night been an accident?

"If ya want it King, take it," Hollow Zangetsu crowed in delight.

He ignored the voice and continued to lick a trail up Grimmjow's spine until he reached the others neck and began to nuzzle it contently while rubbing his erection against the others rear, silently asking if he wanted another round.

To his surprise Grimmjow turned his head slightly to the side so he was facing the window and bared his neck to him. Ichigo took the offering and began to suck softly on the exposed flesh above his jugular, letting his teeth graze against the skin. He could feel the pulse of blood in his mouth and felt Grimmjow shiver beneath him. The urge to go another round nearly overwhelmed him.

"I want you again," he whispered huskily into the other's ear.

Grimmjow gave off a delicious shiver and he took the Espada's silence, and lack of violence against his person, as consent. Grimmjow didn't protest as Ichigo reached over to his dresser and pulled out the lower drawer before rooting around and pulling out a bottle of cream.

He poured a generous amount on his hand before shifting to lay beside his bed mate and began to massage the cream into his partners ass, starting with his cheeks and working his way down and eventually in.

His hands began to tingle as the cream worked its way into both of their skin. He felt Grimmjow shiver and let out an earthy moan of pleasure as the cream started to work its magic.

"Enough, finish it already," Grimmjow growled feral like.

"Impatient," Ichigo taunted.

"Just fuck me already," Grimmjow snapped.

"Desperate much," he chuckled.

Grimmjow growled something back that Ichigo didn't quite catch, but when he started to pull the others rear up and position him he met no resistance. He reached a hand around the front and found Grimmjow's semi hard length with one hand while assaulting one of his nipples with the other.

Another shiver rippled through the Espada's body and he felt the length in his hand quickly stiffen. Once he had the other hard, leaking and whimpering he quit teasing the nipple and used the now free hand to position himself at the prepared and slicked entrance.

Kami it was so hot and tight he had to pause the moment he was fully seated. The cry Grimmjow gave off as he seating himself in the Espada didn't help any either. He took several deep breaths before he began to move inside the other, making sure to time his hand's strokes on the other's erection with his strokes into the other's body.

Grimmjow flung his head back and let out a soft cry of pleasure, exposing his throat once more. Ichigo latched his mouth onto the exposed throat, moaning and sucking hungrily on the flesh as he continued his deep and steady thrust into the warm body beneath him. There was just something about his partner's throat that called to the animalistic side of him.

Grimmjow was making little whimpering noises that made his blood boil and he found himself increasing the speed of his thrust. Kami this had to be the best sex he had ever had. Not that he had much experience mind you, this only being his second time engaging in the actual act of copulating with another, but still.

He could feel Grimmjow's back muscles flexing against his chest, could feel the tight heat wrapped around him trembling and clenching, could hear the pants and whimpered moans his partner was trying to conceal, and Kami-sama if that did not make him burn hotter than the sun.

"Please," Grimmjow begged softly, "finish it."

He almost lost it there, so help him. He froze for a moment and just breathed before he started up his strokes again, only this time he sat up a bit more and quit licking and nipping his partner's throat so he could go deeper into the body beneath him. One hand switched to hold Grimmjow's hips steady while the other continued to pump him in time with his thrust, granted both were getting rather erratic.

"Shit! Fucking Hell!" Grimmjow suddenly cursed.

Ichigo let out a surprised cry of pleasure as the hot passage around him suddenly clamped painfully down and started to milk him for all he was worth. Dimly he was aware of the hot seed spilling onto his still pumping hand and splattering on his bed.

A few more convulsions and he felt himself come to a complete finish. Both of them were panting desperately for breath and collapsed against the bed. It took a full minute for Ichigo to collect himself and finally pull out of the other and lay down beside him.

Both of them remained silent while they regained control of their faculties. Honestly, now that it was morning and they were done he honestly had no idea what to say to his partner.

"I am taking a shower, if that's alright with you?" Grimmjow was the one to break the silence, using a tone of voice Ichigo didn't recognize and making his statement almost seem like he was asking for permission.

"Go ahead. You know where it is right?" he questioned worriedly. "I didn't hurt him did I?" he wondered concerned.

"He's fine King, just tired," Hollow Zangetsu snickered.

Ichigo had almost forgotten about his unwanted passenger and felt himself blush at the thought of the sadistic bastard watching him having sex.

By this point Grimmjow had slowly crawled out of bed and had made his way out of the room and into the bathroom without another word. Ichigo stood up and stretched himself before his stomach saw fit to remind him that; "hay, I am still hungry down here, and by the way, you should probably go make room for some more food."

Sighing, he made his way to the ground floor bathroom, pulling his blankets and sheets off of the bed and dragging them with him to throw into the washer on his way by. He scowled at the soiled sheets and set the washer going before making his way to the kitchen to make some food.

He was ravenous. By the time he was done eating and had gathered up his books to head out he was surprised to note that Grimmjow was STILL in the shower and showing no signs of coming out.

He gathered up their clothing, set out a spare pair of his own clothing, moved the sheets and blankets to the dryer before setting their clothes into the washer and running the cycle.

The fact the house shared the same space as the clinic meant that, fortunately, they had a rather large hot water tank, because after all that and a bit more clean up Grimmjow was still not out of the shower and he needed to meet up with his tutoring partner.

He left a note on his dresser next to the clothes he had set out before throwing his bag over his shoulder and heading out.

He wondered if he would return to an empty house or not, but forced himself to chase such thoughts aside. It wasn't like he owned the Espada or anything and Grimmjow was free to come and go as he pleased.

"That's what you think King," Hollow Zangetsu chuckled amusedly.

"What do you mean by that?" he couldn't help but to question.

Surprisingly, he didn't get an answer and after a moment just brushed the other's comment aside as more pointless drivel and concentrated on walking down the street and not getting himself hit by a car.

After the great night and morning he had, getting himself killed out of sheer stupidity would really put one hell of a damper on his day, not to mention he would never live down the mortification of dying to something so mundane.

Yes, the hollow is named Zangetsu as well, he made it quite clear to Ichigo when the Shinigami demanded to know who he was. Why he's labeled as Dark Ichigo after his name has been revealed I have no idea. It is clearly stated in both Manga and Anime that he is also Zangetsu. If you want to know the specific Chapter and Episode send me a note and I will look it up again, but right now I am too tired to dig through the shelf of Manga or the DVD's to find the right scene.

It is a pain to type out Hollow Zangetsu all the time, to distinguish between him and Old Man Zengetsu, so I might think up a nick name for him. If anyone has any idea's, other than the overused Shirosaki or Hichigo, feel free to send it in. I kind of like H'tsu as an abbreviation to Hollow Zangetsu and I will use Ji-san for Old Man Zangetsu, since that is how Ichigo refers to him anyhow.

Thank you all so much for taking the time to review. Prize of Victory is still my primary focus and I will not promise updates on this as, unlike my normal posted stories, I don't have much of this written at all.

Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and the refreshing change of seeing Ichigo on top for once in his blooming life. Please note I edited the first chapter. So many errors, I have no idea how I missed them /ashamed.

Next Chapter: when I get around to it, Grimmjow will explain what in the seven hells just happened to a very confused Ichigo.
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