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The Real King	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48388 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Domestication

Laundry had always been something Ichigo hated doing, and had always been pleased to leave it to Yuzu’s capable hands. Yuzu was not here of course and he doubted Grimmjow even knew how to use the machines, so that left him with no choice but to do it himself, regardless of how much he loathed it.

He had been right about the linen closet and they raided
it for a few extra blankets and pillows to add to Szayel meagre nest.
He wasn’t sure, but he swore that Szayel was getting some sort
of strange satisfaction out of watching his current bedding swirl in
the washer.

With two hours of time to kill, Ichigo was suddenly
wishing he had brought some of his books with him.

“Ichigo?” Szayel spoke up hesitantly.

“Hmm,” he turned his attention to Szayel.

The Arrancar hesitate, eyes cast to the side as if
afraid to continue speaking.

“What is it?” he pushed gently.

“Would we be able to swing by my lab on the way
back?” Szayel asked in a very meek voice.

Ichigo felt red flags fly and even Zangetsu and H’tsu’s
attention was captured at the seemingly innocent request. Kami knew
what kind of stuff Szayel had in there and Ichigo was not so ready to
let him back near it to find out.

“Why?” he questioned suspiciously, and
perhaps a bit more sharply than he had intended.

Szayel flinched and his posture shrunk slightly,
succeeding in making him look even more submissive and defenceless.

“My book is almost full,” the scientist
murmured so softly that Ichigo almost didn’t even hear him over
the sound of the machines running. “I would like to grab
another to continue recording my observations.”

Oddly enough the request actually made sense. Still, he
was hesitant to let Szayel back into the lab. A flash of memory ran
through his mind of H’tsu giving his Beta the book, which back
tracked to H’tsu finding them. It would be a small penance for
H’tsu to pay for hurting his Beta earlier despite promising not
to.

He felt H’tsu snarl in protest in his mind, but
Ichigo ignored it and reiterated his order sternly while summoning
both parts of his soul to manifest. He had never been able to
before, but since his soul had been stretched so thin after splitting
and reforming he found it exceptionally easy to do.

Szayel literally jumped as they both appeared and H’tsu
tossed his Beta a smirk that caused the scientist to flinch and take
a step back. Perhaps Ichigo should have warned Szayel that he was
summoning the other parts of his soul?

“Come on, H’tsu,” Zangetsu ordered as
the Zanpakuto spirit made for the door.

“Hn, I can’t believe you are making me do
this,” H’tsu snarled before
storming out after Zangetsu.

The room was silent for some time. It wasn’t
until after they switched the laundry into the dryer that Ichigo
finally came up with something to break it that would help them both.

“Is your memory as good as Ishida’s?”
Ichigo questioned.

“Better,” Szayel snorted softly in derision.

“Do you remember the questions written at the end
of the last chapter we were going through?”

“Of course.”

“And the answers to them?”

“Child’s play.”

Szayel was looking at him now, a hint of light in his
eyes that had been dull since H’tsu’s summoning, catching
on instantly to what Ichigo was implying.

“I suppose the question is, how good is your
memory?”

“Not as good, but let’s see how much of that
stuff managed to stick.”

Two hours later they were just finishing folding the
laundry and Ichigo was feeling slightly pleased with himself over how
much he had remembered and the fact Szayel was speaking to him almost
normally. There was still a submissive quality to his voice but
Ichigo guessed that would never go away as long as the Arrancar was
still a member of the pack. He was an Omega, Ichigo the high Alpha.

H’tsu and Zangetsu returned just as they were
finishing up, both of them carrying a box a piece. Ichigo sighed as
Szayel’s entire posture changed from confident to that of a
whipped dog facing his displeased master.

“Come over here pet,”
H’tsu purred as he set his box down while Zangetsu moved over
closer to Ichigo with his.

Szayel did as ordered while Zangetsu met Ichigo’s
eye, silently telling him to leave it be and not interfere like he
really wanted to. He had already strained the relationship between
the two by forcing H’tsu to act outside of his nature towards
his chosen Beta. He wasn’t picking up anything malicious
coming from his hollow so he bit his lip and remained silent.

“Ichigo said you have been a good boy lately,
so obedient and well behaved, far more than his own pet. Of course,
I trained you far better,” H’tsu
cooed.

A meek nod of the head was Szayel’s only response
and Ichigo found his hands tightening into fists. Zangetsu’s
presence held him steady.

“Open your gift pet, you can thank me more
properly the next time I refresh your markers, since I know Ichigo
won’t let me play now.” H’tsu
sent him a scowl and Ichigo met him eye to eye.

The box contained two more blank journals, a few pens, a
stethoscope, and what appeared to be a uniform.

“Where did you find the stethoscope?” Ichigo
asked surprise.

“His lab is well equip,” Zangetsu answered.

“I… thank you Alpha,” Szayel
murmured. “I look forward to thanking you more properly during
my next remarking.”

Ichigo almost, almost spoke up in protest, but Zangetsu
placed a hand on his shoulder to still him. H’tsu smirked
happily and then phased out as he returned to Ichigo’s soul,
practically radiating satisfaction and humming in pleasure.

“You should return to the den. We noticed
movement coming this way,” Zangetsu spoke up.

“Movement?” Ichigo asked concern.

“Indeed, it would seem that a research group is
coming this way from the Shinigami encampment.”

All three of them looked that way, but Ichigo could
detect nothing. A glance at Szayel indicated that he at least was
picking up something, for he was starting to look slightly nervous
and, oddly enough, highly annoyed.

“Alright, let’s get back to the den,”
Ichigo agreed heading over to pick up his share of the laundry.
“What is in that box anyway?” Ichigo question curiously
as he returned with his arms loaded with laundry to glance in. “Is
that a coffee pot?” he questioned shocked. “And a tin of
coffee, sugar and…… is that crème?”

“We found one of the kitchens,” Zangetsu
explained as he picked the box back up.

“I thought hollows didn’t eat human food,”
he looked over to Szayel for an explanation.

“We do not need to, but that doesn’t mean we
can’t. We just do not get much nutritional value from your
kind of food. Aizen-sama, Gin and Tousen, as well as your human
friend, all required such food and so there was a store brought in.
Some Arrancar actually came to enjoy the taste of human food,”
Szayel answered, his voice still submissively weak, but still
slightly more confident now that H’tsu was gone.

“I noticed,” Ichigo smiled amused, thinking
of just how pleased Grimmjow was going to be when he discovered
Ichigo was returning with Coffee.

Grimmjow yawned sleepily as he heard the door to the den
open, bringing with it the scent of Ichigo, Szayel, Zangetsu, and
clean laundry. He hadn’t even realized he had dozed off curled
up on the couch around the egg until the interruption to his well
earned nap.

“Ichigo can set the nest back up,” he
thought sleepily.

He checked on the egg before shifting to a more
comfortable position on the couch and dozing off again. He woke
again sometime later to the smell of something very familiar, even
though it took him a moment to recognize the heavenly scent. He
blinked blurry eyes open to see what appeared to be a steaming mug
inches away from his nose, from which the wonderful scent was coming.

“Is that….” he questioned groggily,
although his mind was quickly clearing as he was roused from his
slumber.

He sat up slowly, his eyes focusing on the steaming mug
that was slowly being drawn away from him.

“Evening,” Ichigo smirked at him.
“Thirsty?”

“Hand it over and I might not maim you,”
Grimmjow growled, reaching for the cup.

“Manners,” Ichigo chilled, pulling the cup
out of reach.

“Please hand over the cup before I main you,”
he snarled.

Ichigo chuckled and handed the cup over. Grimmjow
snatched it out of Ichigo’s hands and brought it in for a long
inhale, sighing contently at the end when his lungs could no longer
hold anymore of the deliciously scented oxygen. He took a slow sip,
mindful of the fact that it was still hot. His eyes closed in bliss
and he felt almost every muscle in his body relax.

“This shit is almost better than sex,” he
purred.

“Wow, I know I am still knewish to the whole sex
thing, but I didn’t think I was that bad,” Ichigo pouted.

“You’re getting better,” he smirked at
the teen.

Fully awake, he looked over the back of the couch to see
how the nest was doing. Ichigo had done a nice job setting it back
up and he could see that Szayel had added a few more pieces to his.

Ichigo sat down on the other side of the egg, bringing
it closer and staring at it in wonder. The egg rocked slightly as the
young inside reacted to its Sire’s presence.

“You know, we haven’t even discussed
potential names yet,” Ichigo pointed out softly.

“Cachorro,” Grimmjow answered without any
hesitation.

Ichigo blinked at the name, surprised with how quickly
Grimmjow had come up with it.

“Cachorro? Does it mean anything?”

“Cub. All young are named that until they are old
enough to earn a name of their own,” Grimmjow explained.

“Oh. I see.”

There was silence in the room for a moment, broken only
by the sound of Grimmjow taking another sip of his coffee and Szayel
doing something in the background.

“Won’t that get confusing when the other cub
is born?” Ichigo pointed out.

“We are the Alpha pair, his brat will be called
Hijastro,” Grimmjow snorted. “Stepchild,” Grimmjow
translated before Ichigo could ask.

“Oh, that is interesting,” Ichigo hummed.
“I don’t know much about how a hollow pack works, does
the pack help raise the cub?”

“Depends on the pack,” Grimmjow answered.
“Mine would have, but others would have seen the cub as free
game.”

“Are all human families the same?” Szayel
questioned softly, honestly surprising Grimmjow that he had actually
spoken up.

“No,” Ichigo answered.

“Then why would a hollow’s?” Szayel
pointed out.

“If you are going to join the conversation, get
your pathetic ass over here. I hate talking to someone standing
behind me,” Grimmjow growled annoyed.

He could practically feel Szayel stiffen in surprise
behind him and had to hold back a smirk. Ichigo was looking at him
in surprise too, but it quickly morphed into a look of approval.

“Well?” he growled when Szayel still hadn’t
moved.

Szayel slowly came around the couch, giving it a wide
berth, before settling down on one of the cushions set on the floor
on the opposite side of the coffee table. His eyes remained averted
and his posture slumped in submission.

It was Ichigo that broke the sudden uncomfortable
silence.

“Obviously not all human families are the same,
but there are certain aspects that most normal families have. I
guess that’s what I was asking about,” Ichigo started up
the conversation again. “What is ‘normal’ for a
hollow pack or family?”

“You can answer that,” Grimmjow snorted,
cradling his cup and taking another sip. He was not interested in
explaining something like this and he had the elixir of life cradled
in his hands that required his attention.

Szayel gave a small, obedient nod of his head and
shifted slightly to face Ichigo.

“Packs are common in the first tier, as I am sure
you have noticed most lesser hollow don’t really fight each
other much. Only those with greater hungers and aspirations turn
cannibal. The same goes for the second tier. Only those with the
hunger remain cannibal, the rest gather in large packs and generally
remain in such.”

“So in the first two tiers packs are fairly
normal?”

“Very, entire villages actually form in the fist
tier. Most of the first tier hollows don’t even leave Hueco
Mundo and the living world and Soul Society never hear from them.
Adjucus, on the other hand, they are hunters and must continue to
feed. You are familiar with hollow evolution yes?”

“Yeah, I got the run down,” Ichigo
confirmed.

It was clear that Ichigo was actually interested in the
conversation, but even distracted a part of the teen’s mind was
clearly still on their young, for Ichigo’s hand continued to
softly run over the egg.

“Adjucus sort of have three stages. The first is
fresh, when the hunger is at its strongest and the need to feed is
overwhelming and desperate, for this is the most dangerous time when
regression is so close. Most fresh Adjucus will not form packs, all
they are capable of thinking about is feeding. Next is middle stage,
at this point the hunger has curbed slightly, permitting more
powerful brain functions to finally kick in. At this point packs and
families start to form. This is when most will attempt to breed.”

“And the top?”

“They are the ones ready to evolve into the final
stage and, oddly enough, become reclusive once more. A few, like
Barragan, set themselves up and lord over villages and castles.
Towns do form, but usually out of those who have been ‘eaten’
and can no longer evolve but, at the same time, need not fear
regression. Unfortunately, most of the towns and small cities were
destroyed by Aizen during his search for powerful Adjucus and Vasto
Lorde to turn over.”

Grimmjow frowned as he noticed his cup was empty. He
had tuned Szayel’s explanation out but Ichigo was still clearly
paying attention. However, the Alpha was not so distracted as not to
notice his Beta’s dilemma with the now empty cup.

Ichigo handed the egg over in exchange for the cup and
headed over to the corner were he had set the coffee pot up to get
more. Grimmjow was very pleased that he clearly still had his
Alpha’s attention despite the fact he wasn’t part of the
current conversation.

“I am still listening,” Ichigo assured them
from the coffee pot. “Do, or did, the villages frequently
suffer attacks from still feeding Adjucus?”

“No, unless if it was a very small village and the
Adjucus very powerful. There is a safety in numbers and any Adjucus
still on the rise up would be foolish to risk his mask being cracked
by taking on an entire village,” Grimmjow answered that one
with a snort. “Some packs might attack small villages, or even
other packs, but they tend to avoid each other.”

Ichigo returned to the table with three mugs, the sugar,
crème, and a spoon. He handed Grimmjow his first before
setting his own on the table and handed the last one to Szayel.
Szayel looked at it curiously for a moment before accepting the mug
and giving it a tentative sniff.

“If you find it too strong, just add some crème
and sugar,” Ichigo directed, adding said ingredients to his own
cup. “So, these villages, were there a lot of mated pairs in
them?”

“What you humans would consider Lovers, yes those
kinds of relationships did arise, but only the Unbroken can actually
breed. Once your mask is broken you become sterile,” Szayel
answered, staring at his cup curiously before finally daring a sip.

Golden eyes widened at the taste and for the first time
since sitting down Szayel dared to raise his eyes higher than the
coffee table to stare at them in surprise.

“Fucking good ain’t it,” Grimmjow
smirked. “Too bad Aizen didn’t serve us this shit huh?”

“It is rather interesting,” Szayel admitted
reluctantly.

Ichigo seemed lost in thought a bit, no doubt digesting
the information, before speaking again.

“Were there any mixed packs, you know, broken and
unbroken?”

“Yes,” Szayel and Grimmjow answered at the
same time.

Szayel flinched and bowed his head, Grimmjow just
snorted. He was feeling rather laid back at the moment, what with a
cup of heaven in one hand and his very soon to hatch young being
stroked with the other. He hadn’t felt this mellow in a very
long time.

“You said you travelled with a pack for a time,
your brother’s, and Grimmjow already said his would have, would
your pack have helped raise the young?” Ichigo questioned
curiously.

Grimmjow burst into laughter, taking Ichigo by surprise
while Szayel just stared at the teen incomprehensibly for a moment.

“What?” Ichigo demanded, annoyance clear in
his voice.

“Dear Kami, I never figured you were so stupid as
to ask the same question twice,” Grimmjow managed to get out.

Ichigo didn’t seem to be any closer to
understanding, so Grimmjow forced himself to calm down so he could
answer.

“Yylfordt Grantz was a member of my
pack,” Grimmjow managed to get out.

Dawning lit upon Ichigo’s face and he looked
between the two of them in surprise.

“Then…”

“Grimmjow was once my pack Alpha,” Szayel
answered submissively. “For a time.”

Grimmjow took a few more minutes, but he managed to get
himself back under control before he risked spilling any of the
coffee. He had come close in his outburst.

“You should have seen this whelp. He was the
smallest runt I ever did see but Yylfordt spoke for him so I let him
in. Didn’t stick around for long though.” He had
honestly always wondered why and sent a questioning look at the other
Arrancar.

“There was no place for me in your pack. Everyone
was only interested in growing stronger and physical strength was
never my strong suit. Nakeem and Di Roy were constantly trying to
corner me for a late night snack and it got tedious, not to mention
even you must admit the conversations were often less than stellar,”
Szayel paused and looked slightly nervous.

“There was more to it than that. You were
stronger than them both and Yylfordt and Shawlong always had an eye
on you, Shawlong I think because he found it relieving to speak to
another intelligent being. You hovered around me a fair bit,
although I often figured it was because we were much closer in size.”

“Size?” Ichigo questioned, breaking into the
conversation.

“Most Adjucus are actually rather large, as I am
sure you have noticed. Let’s say the size of an elephant for
the hell of it. I was an exception, not too much bigger than say, a
very large tiger. He was about the size of a lioness,”
Grimmjow pointed at Szayel with his cup of coffee

“My studies indicate that the stronger Adjucus
often have smaller forms than the average Adjucus.”

“Ah, wouldn’t that make breeding, um
interesting,” Ichigo pointed out with a confused flush.

“Indeed,” Grimmjow smirked, recalling some
of the most interesting shaped Adjucus he had mated with.

He had briefly considered mating either Shawlong or
Yylfordt at one point, perhaps even Edrad, but had tossed the idea
aside. Szayel was right on one point; Di Roy and Nekeem had hardly
been the most intelligent of beings and he wasn’t interested in
guarding his Beta and cubs from the two simple minded idiots. They
had been the two weakest of the pack and he knew that the other
three, especially Shawlong, would have kept an eye on them, but it
was still a point of vulnerability.

“You are much older than I am, did you ever
successfully mate?” Szayel asked him hesitantly, curiosity in
his voice.

“Nah, I gave up ages ago, long before Shawlong
convinced me to take over the pack, probably long before you were
even born in your human life.” Grimmjow blinked as something
occurred to him, something he had long since forgotten. “You
know, I almost considered giving you a try, what with the constant
hovering, at least half decent strength, and the fact our sizes were
very close that mating might have been rather interesting.”

Szayel ducked his head some more and studied his coffee
intently, as if seeking wisdom in the liquid filled cup. Grimmjow
blinked as dawning suddenly came to him.

“Son of a bitch, is that why you hovered so damn
much? You were actually hoping
I would mate with you?”

Szayel stiffened before giving a very meek nod of his
head.

“Why? I never took you as being so weak that you
would willingly offer your tail to anyone.”

“I would have still made you work for it, as much
as one of my level at the time could, but strength has never been my
thing. As I stated before, half the pack was looking at me like its
next dinner and I was really not interested in watching my back from
my own… comrades. Mated to you they wouldn’t have dared
come after me, and I myself have never successfully laid. I
recognized your strength and figured if it was anyone who had a
chance….. When you didn’t seem interested I decided to
carry on.”

“Well damn!” he muttered.

He couldn’t help but to wonder how a mating
between them would have turned out, before tossing the notion aside.
In the end it probably wouldn’t have mattered since Aizen had
found them shortly after Szayel’s departure and Grimmjow truly
had no desire to see what kind of interest Aizen might have had in a
cub, not to mention a cub in Las Noches would have been a very
glaring weak point in such a blood thirsty group.

Ichigo had remained silent during their reminiscing and
had a little smile on his face as he listened. It was clear the teen
was enjoying this little sit down, even if he wasn’t partaking
in the conversation. Grimmjow took another swing of his coffee
before glaring at the almost empty cup. He swore these cups were
smaller than the ones Aizen use to make them drink tea out of,
regardless of the fact they appeared to be the same cups.

Ichigo noticed the dilemma and moved to fix it,
returning to the couch with the coffee pot in hand and topped up
everyone’s drinks.

“If it’s not to bold to ask, how old are the
two of you?” Ichigo questioned on his way back from returning
to pot to the machine.

“Somewhere around four hundred,” Grimmjow
answered with a shrug. “Edo had just been named capitol when I
crossed over.”

There was little he recalled about his mortal life, but
for some strange reason that fact had always remained with him, why
he wasn’t sure. Perhaps because he had spent time in the
living world before moving over to Hueco Mundo and it was all anyone
ever talked about so the memory was constantly refreshed.

“Oh, wow.” Ichigo stared at him surprised.
“I didn’t think you were that old,” the teen
admitted before looking at Szayel expectantly.

“Thirty,” Szayel answered very hesitantly.

Now that did take Grimmjow by surprise and both of the
them stared at Szayel in amazement.

“You’re shitting me! No fucking way anyone
makes it to your level in thirty years,” Grimmjow challenged.

Szayel flinched at the outburst, but didn’t
retract his statement. Ichigo, on the other hand, seemed to be
thinking.

“Because of your first Alpha. You said you mated
shortly after evolving and even after the failure he let you live on
his lands until you grew stronger to try again. Then when you did
mate the second time he would have been bringing in the food,
creatures of a much higher level than you could hunt since you said
he was a lot stronger than you were, thus giving you the boost.”
Ichigo said slowly, as if unsure of his answer.

“A well thought out hypotheses,” Szayel
agreed

“First Alpha?” Grimmjow muttered in
surprise.

He was honestly surprised that Szayel had even had a
chance to mate being so young, hell, that he was so far along on his
evolution. Wait a tick, how did Ichigo know about any of that? Is
that what the two of them yapped about while he was hunting?

The talk of breeding brought his thoughts back to his
own young, still nestled by his side. During the conversation
Szayel’s eyes had drifted towards the egg, but they hadn’t
stayed on it long before he would force himself to look elsewhere.

This was the closest the Omega had been permitted to the
egg, and probably the first real look he had gotten. The feeling of
contentment hadn’t abated at all; in fact Grimmjow would say he
had grown even more compliant as the evening wore on and they shared
small talk, drifting about the conversation until they were on their
third pot of coffee.

Grimmjow noticed that Szayel’s eyes were once more
on the egg. He sensed nothing more than honest curiosity in that
golden gaze, as well as a healthy amount of respectful fear.

“Do you want to touch it?” he questioned,
taking the entire room by surprise.

Ichigo stared at him in shock for a moment before it was
replaced by one of those pleased looks the teen got when Grimmjow did
something that his Alpha truly approved of and appreciated.

Szayel had a completely stunned look on his face and his
entire body had frozen, as if afraid to move or even breathe. Those
golden eyes were looking into his own now, the first time during the
evening the other Arrancar had dared to raise them higher than their
laps.

“I can?” he asked hesitantly, as if unsure
he had even heard the question.

“You hard of hearing or something?” he
questioned with a snort.

“No… I…”

It was completely amusing to see the normally, well
normal before H’tsu got to him, confident and arrogant former
Espada seem so completely and utterly shocked, hesitant and lost.

Szayel bit his lip to stop his stuttering, and then
slowly crawled around the table until he was sitting at their feet.
Ever so slowly he reached his busted up left hand forward to touch
the egg, no doubt choosing that hand because it was by far the least
threatening. His entire posture remained supremely submissive and
weary, ready to run at the first sign of aggression from either of
them.

Ichigo was completely laid back, not at all concerned or
worried and still had that little satisfied smile on his face and a
look in his eye that promised Grimmjow a very pleasurable evening.
Grimmjow still felt nothing more than awe and hesitation coming from
Szayel, and thus remained in his rather relaxed state even as a none
family member’s hand made contact with the protective surface
surrounding his cub.

All of them could feel the cub’s budding reiatsu
seek out the one touching it, as it always did when either parent was
in contact with the egg. A look of pure wonder crossed Szayel’s
face as the cub’s reiatsu tingled against his own, and more
surprisingly, didn’t retreat or recoil in fear or displeasure
as it should have at the unknown intruder into it’s space.

The bruised and broken fingers slowly rubbed along the
shell for almost a full minute before reluctantly retreating.

“I… thank you,” Szayel whispered.
“If it is alright, I would like to retire for the evening.”

“Go for it,” Grimmjow snorted. “We
ain’t your nursemaids.”

Szayel backed away from them and gathered up the now
empty cups and coffee pot, retreating to the bathroom to give them a
quick wash before retreating to his own cornered off den.

Ichigo and Grimmjow shared a smirk and listened intently
for the sound they both knew they would hear. They were not
disappointed as the furious meeting of pen on paper reached their
ears, pulling a soft chuckle out of both of them.

“Ready for bed?” Ichigo questioned, although
the teen hardly looked tired and the look of promise was still in his
eyes.

With the egg settled carefully back in the nest, Ichigo
had done a pretty fair job of setting it back up, his Alpha showed
him just how pleased he was with his Beta’s surprising actions
this evening. He would have to be so uncharacteristically generous
in the future as Ichigo had never failed to pleasure him like this
when he did.

“Shit, now he’s turning me soft,”
Grimmjow grouched just before he became
incapable of anymore rational thought for the evening.

Stay tuned for the next chapter, where the cub finally
hatches.
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