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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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Moonlit Dessert

　

Ichigo was furious; furious at Grimmjow for being a thick headed idiot, furious at himself for forgetting, again, that Grimmjow was a hollow and not human, and beyond furious at H�tsu for putting him in this situation. His hollow was still going on about �what he should do to the insolent whelp� for daring to speak back to him like that. For good measure the bastard was running some of his own memories of disciplining his pet through Ichigo�s mind, putting the irate teen in an even fouler mood as he had to mentally fight off each one.

He really, really wished he could kill H�tsu, eradicate him from his mind while still having access to his powers, but if he was sure such a thing was possibly Kisuke or Shinji would have told him about it by now. Both were familiar with how unstable H�tsu was and how much of a danger he was.

�Enough!� he snarled at his hollow half once they were truly out in the desert.

Las Noches still loomed up behind him despite the fact he was several leagues away, the fortress was just that big.

�You have gotten too soft on him,� H�tsu accused. �I told you, I told you on the first day not to give him oral pleasure. Only a Beta does such things for its Alpha�s pleasure,� H�tsu snarled at him. �Now he thinks he has the right to stand up to you and disobey you, and all just so you could punish me!�

�He is not a pet,� Ichigo ground out for what felt like the hundredth time. �And he is capably of compassion and other such human emotions. I have seen it, he just doesn�t like to show it. He is not an animal!�

�He�s a hollow!� H�tsu shrilled in his mind. �He will always be a hollow. The strong do to the weak what they will. Do you think he would treat you as kindly had we let him mate us?� H�tsu challenged.

�Yes.� Ichigo answered without any hesitation. �He would have never treated me the way you treated Szayel!�

�My pet is different, he deserved to be punished,� H�tsu snorted.

�A spanking is punishment, being locked in a cell is punishment, that was nothing more than brutal torture and rape for your own amusement,� Ichigo snarled back.

�Rape?� H�tsu questioned. �Such a thing does not exist in Huecu Mundo,� H�tsu sniffed. �I was stronger, I came out on top, I decided to mate him as was my right.�

�It is never someone�s right to rape another, and he couldn�t have come out on top even if he had been the stronger one,� Ichigo snarled.

He felt H�tsu�s flash of surprise at the statement before his hollow went silent for a moment.

�No, I guess he never could,� H�tsu chuckled. �I should have guessed what he was when I noticed how fucking good his blood tasted before mating him.� H�tsu mused. �He truly is a good fuck though, despite his bony body. You should hear the little whimpers he makes when I�� H�tsu purred.

�Enough,� Ichgio cut him off before he could continue down that vein.

�Speaking of my pretty little pet, are you going to let me out to mate him soon or not?� H�tsu questioned irritably.

�No,� Ichigo answered firmly.

�But his markers need to be refreshed before he starts attracting things, like those despicable Shinigami hovering on the other end of the fortress,� H�tsu pointed out, his voice actually sounded whiny. �Unless if you want to mark him yourself of course?� H�tsu suggested slyly.

The very thought made Ichigo feel sick.

�It�s me or you King,� H�tsu taunted. �His markers need to be refreshed, even Grimmjow knows that.�

Ichigo�s scowl deepened. He knew H�tsu was right, Grimmjow had confirmed it the first time the importance of remarking had been brought up. Szayel markers were going to need to be refreshed, it had already been five days since H�tsu last took him.

Ichigo felt as if his entire body was being constricted. He didn�t trust H�tsu not to hurt the already broken Arrancar and he was completely uncomfortable doing it himself. Even thinking about it made him feel like he was betraying Grimmjow, despite their very recent argument.

�You are too soft,� H�tsu grumbled. �Fine, I promise I won�t hurt him more than even you would agree he deserves,� H�tsu promised grudgingly, clearly through gritted teeth as if even uttering the offer made the hollow physically ill; despite his obvious lack of a physical body.

�I�ll ask him,� Ichigo settled for now.

He felt H�tsu swell with rage that any Beta would be asked to be mated, but the hollow held his tongue for once. Ichigo was still the pack Alpha, and it was within his right to deny H�tsu any chance to mate at all.

�Well, that�s my pet covered,� H�tsu grumbled, �now about yours.�

�Don�t call him that,� Ichigo ordered automatically, �and there is nothing wrong with Grimmjow.�

�King, let me give you some advice.�

�I don�t want it,� he grumbled.

�Come now, have I ever given you bad advice before?� H�tsu questioned innocently.

If H�tsu had been standing beside him, he would have levelled one hell of a look at his hollow for that statement.

�I mean real advice,� H�tsu amended.

Curse his hollow over all of the layers of hell and back. He grudgingly had to admit that H�tsu had never given him bad �real� advice.

�Alright, what is it?� he asked reluctantly.

�Listen until the end before you get upset,� H�tsu instructed.

�I will,� he promised.

�You made a big mistake giving Grimmjow such attention, by doing so you were undermining your own authority and basically telling him that you think of him as the more powerful. Now he�s got it in his head that he is the one in charge. You need to put him back in his place before it turns into a fight with fists instead of words,�

Ichgio bit back his retorts and impatiently waited for H�tsu to get to the point.

�You are too soft, too naive. He is still a hollow, with hollow instincts, and he will respond to those instincts because it is just the way things are. You need to get back on top and the only way to do that is to remind him who�s boss.�

�I won�t torture him,� Ichigo said firmly.

�Too soft,� H�tsu muttered. �Don�t waste time with words, words are for pussies. March back in there, pin him down and aggressively mate him. I doubt he will protest, at least not for long anyhow.� He had the distinct impressing that H�tsu was smirking. �Remind him why you are the one on top, that you are the King. Remind him that he should be honoured to be your Beta and bear your young.� H�tsu ordered sternly. �If you must talk to him, do it after you put him back in his place,� H�tsu added reluctantly. �Honestly though, words are a complete waste of time,� H�tsu muttered under his breath.

The advice did seem somewhat sound, not that he was going to forgive H�tsu for his transgressions anytime soon. He did feel somewhat cooled down, his temper slightly assuaged. By the time he made it back to the den he had convinced himself that H�tsu, in this case, was probably right.

When it came to understanding how a hollow thought and functioned, H�tsu was, unfortunately, the expert. He summoned Zangetsu back to his soul as he approached the door, pausing to let the new memories sink into his mind and pleased with what Zangetsu had to relay, even if H�tsu muttered something about hollows starting to become bloody soft as well.

He entered the room and walked right up to the nest, shedding his clothing as he went. Grimmjow blinked up at him and opened his mouth to speak, but Ichigo silenced him by sweeping down and shoving his tongue into the inviting mouth, taking his Beta by surprise.

Ichigo never even gave Grimmjow a chance to fight back and simply dominated the kiss while shoving him onto his back with very little resistance. Grimmjow brought his reiatsu up to defend himself and Ichigo simply bore his down, reminding Grimmjow just who was stronger without causing pain or discomfort.

He felt Grimmjow shiver under him and he had to hold back a smirk as the Arrancar pinned beneath him instantly became hard. For such an aggressive, outgoing, take charge person, Grimmjow sure seemed to love being pinned, taken, and essentially Dominated.

Ichigo finally broke off from the dominating kiss, leaving Grimmjow panting for breath, and moved his mouth down the side of his Beta�s face before latching onto the neck that was bared for his attention. Grimmjow�s body arched as Ichigo nipped the sensitive skin over his jugular, drawing a small amount of blood and eagerly lapping it up. He ground their bodies together, feeling his own erection spring fully into life as it rubbed against Grimmjow�s.

�Kurosaki,� Grimmjow growled, or attempted to. It turned into a mew of pleasure halfway through as Ichigo tweaked a nipple between his fingers and took another nip out of his Beta�s throat to silence him.

He continued his assault, attacking Grimmjow�s body with teeth and fingers, caressing and nipping all the little pleasure spots he knew the former Espada had while still grinding their lengths together. When he had his Beta panting and almost whimpering with need, he dug out the bottle of oil stashed safely between two pillows and set it in one of Grimmjow�s hands.

The pinned Arrancar needed no prompting and prepared himself quickly while Ichigo continued to nip and lap at the throat bared for his teeth, enjoying each shiver of pleasure Grimmjow gave off beneath him until the Arrancar let out a little whine, wordlessly telling him he was ready.

Ichigo ignored the first three whines before finally pulling one of his Beta�s legs up and shifting slightly down the body to better position himself. He didn�t enter just yet, but thrust shallowly along Grimmjow�s rear until another whimper of need was torn out of the former Espada�s throat. Ichigo teased him for a moment longer before adjusting that leg in his grasp a bit more and thrusting in right to the hilt, nailing that little bundle of nerves buried deep inside of his Beta�s body dead on.

The result was instantaneous as Grimmjow�s entire back arched and he let out a roar of pleasure. Ichigo slowly grated his hips, barely withdrawing at all and rubbing his length alongside that prostate. He watched in satisfaction as Grimmjow writhed beneath him, letting out little gasps, whimpers and mews of pleasure. He kept the pace just that torturously slow and watched pleased while Grimmjow�s entire body became slick with sweat and his blue eyes hazed completely over until there wasn�t even a sign of sense in them anymore. The body beneath his trembled in pleasure and bucked up to try and get more friction, but Ichigo keep him pinned to the floor with his own weight and the leverage having one leg captured gave him, preventing Grimmjow from moving his hips very much at all and thus left to be pleasurably tormented by the slowly rubbing of Ichigo inside of him.

�Kurosaki,� Grimmjow moaned.

Ichigo smirked and captures those trembling lips with his own, engaging his Beta in a very one sided tongue war and picking up the pace of his thrusts just slightly. He released Grimmjow�s hip and moved that hand between their bodies, latching onto Grimmjow�s ignored length and started to stroke it at the soft, still slow pace he had set, assaulting the tip with his thumb.

He kept them suspended like that for almost an hour before he felt Grimmjow�s muscles trembling beneath him in desperate need of release and there was a constant pleading sort of meowing coming from the besieged Arrancar. Ichigo smirked and finally picked up the pace to the far more rough and tumble like pace they usually employed, however this time he pinned Grimmjow�s hands above his head so that only the Alpha got a taste of anyone�s blood and his shoulders were, for once, left unscratched.

Grimmjow thrashed beneath him in pleasure and the little mews turned into growls and roars as he raised his hips to meet each of Ichigo�s downwards thrust. Ichigo could feel the end coming quickly, and knew Grimmjow had to be damn close as well. He had a reputation to maintain and bit down on Grimmjow�s throat to ground him. Grimmjow let out a roar of pleasure as Ichigo�s teeth sank into his neck and he came violently, his entire body going into convulsions, Ichigo joined him three convulsions in.

They remained still for a moment after, Grimmjow panting heavily with eyes glazed over in lust while Ichigo suckled the blood trickling into his mouth and soothed the torn skin with his tongue.

His Beta looked to be completely drained, but he was still semi hard. They both definitely needed a shower now and he let out a smirk as a rather wicked thought occurred to him.

�Ichigo?� Grimmjow questioned confused.

Ichigo just grinned down at him and finally released the hands he had trapped. He sat up between the legs still trembling with the aftershocks of an intense orgasm without withdrawing his semi hard length.

�I am not done, and we need a shower,� was the only explanation he gave before forcing those trembling legs to wrap around his waist and pulling Grimmjow up with him as he stood up.

It was a hell of a lot harder to do than it looked in an anime, especially because they were about the same height and weight, but he managed not to stumble and it was easier to balance his load once Grimmjow grasped onto his shoulders for balance, a look of shock crossing his Beta�s face.

�Ichigo�� Grimmjow began in a growl.

Ichigo silenced him by once more nipping his throat, uninterested in hearing whatever it was he had to say. They could speak in the morning. H�tsu had been right about one thing, Grimmjow understood actions much more than he understood words, and Ichigo was going to show him a few things.

Stepping into the tub with his cargo was interesting, but once in it he was able to pin Grimmjow�s body against the wall while he fumbled for the taps to get the water running and the shower going. The hot spray of water instantly soaked them both and Ichigo sighed in pleasure. Aizen had been an asshole, but he sure knew how to have amazing showers constructed.

Spray on, he continued to ravage Grimmjow�s throat, although he made certain not to leave too many love bites. He snaked one of his hands further down one of Grimmjow�s thighs and began to fondle his Beta�s sacks.

Grimmjow let out a moan of pleasure and started to slowly move his body up and down Ichigo�s semi hard length. It didn�t remain semi hard for long and he could feel Grimmjow getting hard again against him. The slow pace didn�t last for long and soon enough Ichigo was practically bouncing Grimmjow off of the shower wall as they mated. The position was getting uncomfortable and he was unable to tease Grimmjow�s own length, so he set those legs down, pulled out, flipped Grimmjow around, and rammed back in before Grimmjow could protest. Ichigo wrapped one hand around Grimmjow�s length and stroked it while the other captured one arm, a hand full of hair, and pinned his Beta to the wall.

Grimmjow bucked against him, snapping, moaning, snarling, and meowing. Ichigo smirked and continued the heavy pace until white cum splashed against the wall and his Beta shivered against him. Ichigo didn�t stop and kept thrusting, holding his weak kneed partner up until he felt that Grimmjow seriously needed a rest.

He pulled out and licked a trail up Grimmjow�s neck before releasing the hold he had on his Beta. Grimmjow remained leaning against the wall for several minutes, panting with exertion before slowly turning around to glare at him. It might have had more effect if his eyes were not still glazed over in pleasure.

�I fucking hate you sometimes Kurosaki,� Grimmjow growled weakly at him.

�Too bad this isn�t one of those times,� Ichigo smirked at him.

Grimmjow sent him a weak glare before sighing in surrender and leaning against the wall behind him, his legs still too weak to support him without assistance.

�I read his stupid little book,� Grimmjow admitted.

�And?�

�I won�t say he didn�t deserve half of it, but��

Ichigo remained silent and waited patiently for Grimmjow to finish.

�I would have never let any member of my pack be treated like that, nor treat another like that. It was disgusting,� Grimmjow admitted slowly. �Not even bastards like Aizen or Tousen ever pulled shit like that. You want him as a part of this pack, fine, I�ll treat him as part of the pack. H�tsu mated him so that brings him in, and he has been a surprisingly obedient Omega so far. Just don�t expect me to make friends with him and I will put him back in his place if he steps out of line,� he ended with a snarl.

�I wouldn�t ask for more.�

Ichigo was heavily pleased. He knew Grimmjow was more than just some mindless animal, he just needed a push in the right direction sometimes. There was hope for the blue haired Arrancar yet and, while he doubted the two Arrancar would ever become friends, he at least knew that Grimmjow would tolerate the other until it was safe for him to leave.

He felt himself harden even more, but he wasn�t so certain he wanted to push another round on his clearly exhausted Beta, at least not yet, and they still needed to clean up a bit. He felt a smirk touch his lips. Grimmjow was too busy regaining the rest of his wits after that last orgasm to notice.

Ichigo bent down, grabbed one of the sponges, lathered it up good and soapy, and began to wash the sweat off of his Beta�s chest. Grimmjow jumped a bit in surprise at the unexpected touch and stared at him through eyes that where still half glazed.

�What are you�?�

Ichigo silenced him with his own mouth, not pausing in the slow, erotic rubbing of the sponge over Grimmjow�s body and was rewarded with a weak shiver of pleasure as he teased one nipple with said sponge. He broke the dominating kiss off when he felt Grimmjow go slack against him. The sponge made its slow and teasing trip all over his Beta�s body, from front to back and from top to bottom. He paid extra special attention to the sensitive places, especially the nipples.

He tossed the sponge aside once he had visited every part of Grimmjow�s skin that needed attention except for one place between Grimmjow�s legs. That he ignored for now, although he made sure he had brushed past that particular part several times. It was too early after the last orgasm for Grimmjow to be fully hard yet, but there was definitely a budding of life there.

Sponge gone, Ichigo set his hands on Grimmjow�s shoulders and put pressure on them until Grimmjow kneeled, giving off a growl of complaint but otherwise obeying the silent command. Shampoo was the next weapon Ichigo called upon, although he spent more time messaging the scalp held under his fingers than actually washing the powder blue hair. Grimmjow certainly made no complaint about that and was even giving off what Ichigo could only call �content growls� as his fingers worked their magic. He could practically feel the tension drain from his Beta. When the Shampoo was finally washed completely away under the spray of water he switched to conditioner and resumed his assault. The condition was more resilient than the Shampoo and it took far longer for the water to wash it out.

�Are you just about ready for bed?� Ichigo questioned.

�I think you missed a spot,� Grimmjow complained.

�Oh?� Ichigo queried, finally letting Grimmjow stand up again to face him.

Ichigo picked up the sponge from where it had landed on the floor, soaped it up once more, and rubbed it over Grimmjow�s chest, tweaking past the left nipple and watching in satisfaction as the semi hard length hanging between Grimmjow�s legs stiffened back up to full length.

�Here?� Ichigo questioned innocently.

�No,� Grimmjow growled.

�Here?� Ichigo questioned, moving the sponge over to the other nipple.

�Kurosaki!�

�Maybe over here?� Ichigo moved the sponge down and back so it was rubbing against Grimmjow�s entrance.

A growl was the only complaint Grimmjow gave this time and Ichigo had to hold back a chuckle.

�Maybe right here. Is this the spot?� Ichigo purred as he wrapped the sponge around Grimmjow�s length and began to rub it enticingly.

It wasn�t long until water and soap wasn�t the only thing running off of the engorged tip as Ichigo used the sponge to torment and pleasure the creature moaning before him; giving shallow thrust into his waiting hands and the sponge.

�Fuck,� Grimmjow cursed, his entire body shaking.

It was the sign Ichigo had been waiting for, and with no further warning other than to drop the sponge, he picked Grimmjow up, slammed him against the shower wall, and thrust into him in a single, fluid motion that tore a scream of pleasure out of his victim�s throat.

He pounded into the willing body trapped between him and the tile, gasping and groaning in his own pleasure as Grimmjow�s claws dug into his shoulders before running down his arms, leaving a thin trail of blood in their wake. Ichigo buried his teeth in Grimmjow�s neck, sucking on that sweet tasting blood and greatly enjoying the loud moan his Beta gave off.

He felt Grimmjow shiver against him, hardly noticing the cum coating his chest as he brought Grimmjow to his third release. This time he let go as well, filling the Arrancar�s rear with his own release and shaking as pleasure coursed through his body. They remained entangled for some time after, neither one moving as they slowly came back to their senses.

�Now we are dirty again,� Grimmjow growled, being the first to speak.

Ichigo chuckled softly and finally pulled away, and out, of his partner.

�Are you complaining?� He challenged.

�Hardly,� Grimmjow smirked at him.

They managed to finish cleaning up and return to the nest without any further molestations, mainly because they were both so burnt that sleep was really starting to sound heavily attractive.

They took their typical positions; Grimmjow curled around the egg and Ichigo curled protectively around him. Both were asleep in a moment, leaving the only sound in the room that of light breathing and a pen scratching across paper.

　

　

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