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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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Cub

Cachorro slept peacefully curled up against him, the soft fur warm against his own bare skin. The only one in the entire room wearing clothing was Ichigo, and that was only his boxers since the teen still had a hard time with open nudity now that they were no longer the only residents.

Grimmjow was completely pleased as he watched Cachorro slumber; his first cub nestle against him healthy and hale. Healthy and hale only because of the sheer damn coincidence of the other Arrancar not only being here, but a Kami damned Natural Born Beta. Something must have been looking out for them because he had no idea how he would have handled watching his cub starve to death because it couldn�t eat meat. It had never even crossed his mind that his child would be incapable of consuming solids.

�If that had been the case, than Ichigo�s nutcase Shinigami friend would have probably though something up quick enough,� he told himself reassuringly.

With his reiatsu back to normal it would have been nothing to rush the cub back to the living world. Ichigo also had some powdered milk for his own consumption and that might have worked as well. They could test the theory out latter assuming they could find something for the cub to drink from.

His eyes shifted over to Szayel, who had obediently bedded down on the very edge of the nest as ordered and continued to write away in his books. He had never suspected for a moment that Szayel was a Natural Beta, although in hind sight the clues were fairly obvious. He was far more submissive than any true member of his previous pack, granted none of them had been �trained� by a violent Alpha like H�tsu and that had thrown him off the scent. It also explained why he had always remained so reclusive from the rest of the Espada.

If any of them had shown an interest in mating than he had no doubt that Szayel would have submitted, and a weakened Espada, mate or no mate, was fair game for others hoping to rise in power and take his, or her, place and Szayel had made a lot of enemies that would have been more than pleased to take him down. One or two of the older Espada might have figured out what he was, but again a mate and cub was a weakness and no one was foolish enough to give themselves such a weakness.

Cachorro started to stir, shifting about and giving off a large yawn that revealed four, tinny fangs just beginning to grow. He couldn�t help but to wonder if those fangs were going to be uncomfortable for Szayel.

Szayel immediately stopped writing as soon as the cub stirred. Cachorro yawned and stretched before giving off a mew and looking around hungrily. Ichigo moved to scoop his son up before Cachorro could wander anywhere to administer the last few test.

�Eyes are definitely responsive and so are his ears,� the teen noted satisfied before setting his cub back down.

Cachorro sniffed the air and let out another mew before waddling towards the edge of the nest, stumbling on the uneven surface and pulling a chuckle out of his watching parents. Szayel shifted onto his side and, just like before, the cub slid down a pillow to collide with his stomach before crawling his way up to feed.

It gave him an odd feeling watching his cub feed from another, but at least it wasn�t a violent feeling. Many species that had multiple feeding females would feed any cub in the pack that asked for food, or even adopt an abandoned cub. It was simple, maternal instinct. Szayel remained in his submissive position as the cub fed, throat and stomach bared to the Alpha pair even though both of them seemed perfectly content to watch their cub feed without any signs of aggression.

With Szayel pinned down by a mere cub, Grimmjow swooped down to grab the two books the scientist had been working in. Szayel looked up at him pathetically, but didn�t protest as he started to flip through the two books.

�Huh,� he grunted as he stared at one of the pages that didn�t have a single kanji on it, even though the page was full of ink. �Do I really look that pathetic?� he demanded, handing the book over to Ichigo.

�Just about,� the teen smirked at him as he looked at the rather well done drawing of the two of them curled up around the egg.

�Bull shit,� Grimmjow grunted.

No way in hell he looked that content when sleeping but Ichigo�s hint of a smirk indicated otherwise. Fucking hell no wonder his Alpha was so comfortable with him. He already knew Ichigo looked like he was scowling most of the time when sleeping, which he attributed to the teens dreams. For such a young brat he had more emotional baggage and had seen more shit than any dozen hollows put together.

Ichigo took the third book from him, leaving him to flip through the second. As he had predicted, the third book was solo about the cub while the second one continued with the mating observations, mostly Szayel's own experiences but a good amount was devoted to himself and Ichigo regarding their interactions with each other and their outlook on the pack Omega. It was strange seeing himself from another prospective and he snapped the book shut.

�What's the point of this shit anyway?� Grimmjow grunted, handing the book back.

Cachorro had finished feeding and was stumbling his way about the nest, exploring the landscape of pillow mountains and blanket crags, more often than not ending up tail over rump as he tumbled down the larger 'mountains.' Every once in a while he gave off a mew before continuing his explorations of the nests.

�Documentation,� Szayel answered, shifting once more so he was laying comfortably on his side without his neck and stomach displayed. �It is good to have records for future references.�

�Because there are so many of us left,� Grimmjow grunted.

�I highly doubt everyone was killed. I am fairly positive many took off for the safety of the desert during the invasion, and should some unforeseen misfortune full upon us before we could share our knowledge with our young, at least there will be written documentation for them to peruse to know what is standard and what is not,� Szayel pointed out.

�Urahara-san is definitely going to be interested in this stuff, and the same could possibly be said of the other Vizard. They are half breeds like me and there is no telling if they can't also breed like this, not that I know where they are anymore but Urahara-san might,� Ichigo shrugged.

�Whatever.�

Ichigo continued to glance through the book containing Cachorro's information with clear interest. There wasn't much in it as of yet and the teen was clearly torn about something before just sighing and closing the book, handing it back.

�I am suppose to be home in three days. My family is going to want to meet Cachorro and I got mid terms I need to write. We were going to return to the living world, but what sort of effect will it have on you and your own forming cub?� Ichigo questioned concerned.

�If it is only a few days I should be completely fine provided I have an adequate supply of food,� Szayel answered. �Just do not expect me to open the Garganta or make the path.�

Any further conversation was cut off by a heart full mew from Cachorro as he stumbled down a rather high incline and slid down to land in a gangly heap at the bottom of the pillow slide. A chuckle was forced out of the watching adults as Cachorro stumbled back up the pillow so he could slid down it again with another pleased mew, landing once more in a gangly heap at the bottom.

�Since I know how much you hate it, and we are going to need a good supply to feed to of us, I am going to go round up something to eat that will last us a few days. That and I seriously need to stretch,� Grimmjow grunted.

�Hay, I couldn't pry you from the nest if the world was ending, so you got so sympathy from me,� Ichigo pointed out.

�I can't wait until it's your turn,� Grimmjow smirked as he pulled on his clothing to go hunting.

�In your dreams,� Ichigo and H'tsu said at the same time, although only Ichigo heard his hollow's remark.

�You have no idea,� Grimmjow's smirk widened before he disappeared out of the door.

Ichigo chuckled and turned his attention back to his son, who was starting to wear out and was now stumbling his way towards his father, mewing softly for attention. Ichigo picked him up, still honestly surprised by just how soft his son's fur was; hell that this strange and rather adorably creature was his offspring was a bit shocking to wrap his mind around.

�I wonder if he would be alright drinking baby formula, or even the powdered milk,� Ichigo mused.

�There is no reiatsu nor anti bodies in either,� Szayel pointed out rather quickly and rather defensively.

�You don't mind feeding him?� Ichigo questioned curiously.

�No,� Szayel was quick to assure him before blushing in embarrassment over his outburst. �I do not mind caring for him at all. It is wonderful to have first hand experience with the very first Arrancar child,� he admitted. �I must admit though, that I can not wait for my own Cub to arrive. And yet, I am happy to be the second one expecting. At least by the time my cub hatches we will have a base line to work from and hopefully get most of the stumbling out of the way.�

�Nice to knew we can continue to be your guinea pigs without the needles, drugs and straps,� Ichigo chuckled.

�I... apologize for that,� Szayel admitted softly.

�Forget it. If I held a grudge against everyone who ever held a blade, or needle, against me I wouldn't have much in the way of friends,� Ichigo chuckled. �Karin actually once asked if all boys beat each other into a bloody pulp first before becoming friends.�

�It does seem to be a running theme with hot headed men,� Szayel agreed. �Although I can honestly admit I fail to notice such a pattern in my own life.�

�Maybe there is hope for the male species yet.�

�Perhaps,� Szayel agreed.

Ichigo settled down at the table with a yawning Cachorro curling up in his lap. With a heavy sigh the teen flipped open one of his book and began the studious tasks of studying for his exams. Szayal joined him after the Arrancar finished catching his own journals up to assist him with the topics the scientist was very familiar with.

Hunting was a little slim today, no surprise since H'tsu had refreshed Szayel's markers so the very effect lure was no longer working, but there were always fools around ready to present themselves as a quick meal if one knew how to hunt right, and Grimmjow was a very effective hunter. A controlled release of his own Reiatsu into the atmosphere and they came running right into his waiting fangs and claws.

He thought he felt another Arrancar or two at one point, but after investigating the area no one was around and the only tracks in the sand belonged to a snake like creature, clearly not an Arrancar. He was honestly surprised to discover he was somewhat disappointed.

Having spent months alone with nothing to look forwards to other than his sparring with Ichigo had brought home just how lonely he had been, and now that he had a growing pack once again he felt that desperate need for companionship. Okay, maybe he just wanted other people he could brag about his cub to, but that was beside the point.

Ah, his cub. He couldn't wait to bring Cachorro out so he could teach him how to hunt. With the strange mix up of blood lines his son had there was no telling how long it was going to take before his son could actively hunt. Still, there was no reason he couldn't start early. Cachorro could already walk at least and did have claws, small though they were.

He turned his prey from bigger fish to something much smaller and scanned the sands. The creatures existed, but they were so small that the natural reiatsu in the air tended to cloak them. One had to be extremely sensitive, a very good hunter, and get damn lucky to find one. Fortunately, he was both sensitive and a damn good hunter, so that just left luck.

He was just heading back home, four carcasses in tow that should help feed them for a little bit at least and he could hunt up more in the next few days, when he finally spotted one. More accurately, he spotted the sand shift ever so slightly. He dropped the carcases and watched intently, focusing all of his sensing abilities to that area.

There!

His smirk widened as he pounced, capturing the squirming creature with ease.

�I am back,� Grimmjow called as he entered the room, one corpse tossed over his shoulder and a small box in hand.

Cachorro let out a loud mew at the sound of his voice and tumbled his way out of Ichigo's lap and towards him, tripping and going head over tail in a somersault before scrambling back to his paws and continuing on his journey, letting out several more mews and slipping a few more times on the floor as he did so.

�Hay brat,� Grimmjow dropped the corpse and scoped his son up.

Ichigo remained by the table he had been sitting at, but did look up to offer him a smile, homework momentarily forgotten.

�I trust hunting went well?�

�Yeah, yeah, stashed a few corpses in that cubby you found and brought one back for the nursemaid. Hurry up and eat that shit already, if you are going to feed my boy you had better keep your own strength up,� Grimmjow ordered, turning his attention to Szayel.

Szayel looked at him in surprise at having not only been addressed, but being offered food. He didn't seem to mind the nick name, or perhaps he simply wasn't foolish enough to speak up about it, and made no protest about begin referred to as a nursemaid.

�What of you?� Ichigo questioned concerned.

�I ate during the hunt, I am fine,� Grimmjow waved the concern away as he sat down next to Ichigo, settling Cachorro in his lap and stroking the soft fur, much to his son's obvious delight.

Szayel had moved over to the corpse, leaving the family alone at the table as he settled in to eat the offered meal with a considerable less amount of hesitation than he usually employed. Ichigo filched slightly at the noise of bone cracking, but otherwise seemed to be getting use to the Arrancar's eating habits.

�How long are we going to be stuck in the Living World?� Grimmjow questioned.

�I don't know, at least a week or so. I have to write my exams and get the next course load. I am lucky I have such an understanding teacher because I really should not be missing so much class. I would sooner stay there if possible but if it gets to uncomfortable for Cachorro to live there, not to mention Szayel and his impending child, than I guess we will have no choice but to return here, or have you two return first and I will follow once I can.�

�The two of us alone and unsupervised?� Grimmjow chuckled with a feral smirk.

�Har har,� Ichigo laughed dryly. �I know you too well to think for a second you would attack someone in such a condition, let alone a harmless egg or cub.�

�Touche,�

�Dear Kami, how on earth are we even going to explain his presence, let along what happened,� Ichigo suddenly groaned in frustration as if the thought had just occurred to him that he was going to have to let his family and friends know about Szayel's presence and state.

�What's the worry? The cub ain't yours,� Grimmjow pointed out, recalling that humans generally shared a monogamy type relationship.

�Technically it is. H'tsu is a part of me and if I hadn't let him run free it wouldn't have happened. Either way you look at it I am responsible for that cub as much as I am for Cachorro.�

Grimmjow snorted in disbelief, but didn't argue the point. Ichigo was just that kind of person and, horribly, it was starting to rub off on him as well. Besides, it would be worth keeping the nursemaid around for future offspring, and Grimmjow was damn certain there would be more offspring if he had anything to say about it.

He glanced back over at Szayel, who was just finishing up his meal. This version of Szayel he could deal with and he made a mental note to thank H'tsu, preferably when Ichigo was incapable of hearing it, for bringing the arrogant bastard down a dozen notches or so.

Perhaps Szayel's continued more docile behavior was because he was mated now, perhaps because they were once more functioning as a proper pack instead of a part of Aizen's messed up little city state. Whatever the reason it was nice to get back to basics and not be expected to live up to some twisted Shinigami bastard idea of what a group of aggressive hollows should act like.

Szayel finished eating and cleaning up and rejoined them, sitting on the other side of the table and returning to writing in his journal. While his posture was submissive, it was also confident and he didn't look like he was ready to bolt or cringe at the slightest unexpected noise. It was a surprising relief from the terrified animal Ichigo had originally dragged home.

�What is in the box anyway? More coffee?� Ichigo questioned curiously when they were all settled.

�Nah, something for Cachorro to play with,� Grimmjow smirked, setting their son down and grabbing the box. �Cachorro.�

Their son looked up at him curiously. Grimmjow opened the box and took something out, setting it down on the floor beside their offspring.

Cachorro stared at the lizard, the lizard stared back. Both blinked.

�Oh wow, you found one,� Ichigo chuckled, picking the docile little lizard up to examine it.

The lizard flicked it's tongue out but otherwise seemed to remain completely calm despite being held by the teen.

�That's for Cachorro to play with, not you,� Grimmjow grunted, taking the lizard out of Ichigo's hands and once more setting it on the floor before their son.

Once more cub and lizard just stared at each other before Cachorro seemed to lose interest and made his way back to Ichigo's lap to curl up, lizard completely forgotten. Grimmjow sighed in frustration and gathered the docile creature back up before returning it to its box.

�Don't worry about it,� Ichigo smiled at him. � I am sure once Cachorro is older he will be more than happy to chase it around.�

�Don't patronize me Kurosaki,� Grimmjow growled as he stormed off to shower.

�I can think of a dozen other things to do to you,� Ichigo called back with a smirk.

Grimmjow tossed him a glare over his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom. Cachorro simply yawned cutely, flicked his ear a few times, and slipped back off into slumber.

When evening fell Szayel once again found himself curled up to rest at the edge of the Alpha pairs nests. A part of him missed how own nest, but the majority of him was more pleased to be here, so close to Cachorro and what was essentially under the protective reiatsu wings of his own Alpha. As Ichigo had stated earlier, H'tsu and Ichigo were technically the same person, even as they were different, and Szayel's instincts had no problem accepted the teen as not only his pack Alpha, but as his mated Alpha as well.

It was actually a pretty big honor to be permitted near the main nest, not to mention the Alpha pairs cub. He had expected and predicted a lot of things about what would happen when Cachorro hatched, but this hadn't been one of them.

He knew Grimmjow would be unable to feed the cub as he could, but he had never expected Cachorro to be incapable of, and uninterested, in consuming solids. It was a relief to know he would be able to feed his own cub when it hatched. He hadn't been lying to Ichigo when he said it was nice to be the second one expecting instead of the first, granted he had expected to feed his cub since he essentially had no reliable Alpha to hunt for him.

He drifted off to slumber and was awoken by something soft and warm colliding with his stomach. Cachorro seemed to enjoy tumbling down the pillows and he cracked his eyes open to see the cub squirm his way up to feed.

Grimmjow was apparently still asleep but he could tell Ichigo was awake. The fact the more aggressive of the Alpha pair was slumbering didn't stop him from shifting into the throat and stomach bared position expected of an Omega while Cachorro fed.

�Why do you do that? It can't possibly be comfortably,� Ichigo questioned quietly so as not to disturb his mate.

�Instinct,� Szayel answered just as softy. �It is expected of me to behave this way and not to is to invite trouble. We may no longer be Adjucus, but we are still hollows,� he hesitated before adding the last, �and H'tsu is not done with me yet. It would be foolish to arise his ire by acting insubordinate.�

Ichigo frowned and opened his mouth to say something before closing it, his eyes going unfocused for a moment and his head cocking to the side as if listening to something far off in the distance. No doubt H'tsu, or possibly Zangetsu, was adding their own yen to the conversation.

�I suppose,� Ichigo sighed, shaking his head slightly.

Cachorro finished feeding and returned to his Sire before yawning and settling into slumber again. Szayel drifted off once more and was awoken again when Cachorro grew hungry. Ichigo was the one awake the second time and the two shared brief conversation about hollow pack behaviors before drifting off. The third time Cachorro disturbed him it was Grimmjow who was awake and Ichigo who was snoring softly.

He felt increasingly uncomfortable under the scrutinizing blue gaze of the Beta as Cachorro nursed contently, completely unaware of anything other than his meal. When the cub finished he stumbled his way back to his parents, curling up and slipping back into slumber.

Szayel remained in his submissive position, even after Cachorro had left his side. Grimmjow was still staring at him rather intently and it was really starting to make him uncomfortable.

�What are you going to do after Hijastro hatches?� Grimmjow questioned.

The question took him by complete surprise.

�I haven't really thought about it too much,� he answered as honestly as he could.

Grimmjow gave off a snort of disbelief.

�You not having at least six contingency plans, I find that impossible to swallow.�

�I haven't really had much planning capabilities lately. I don't know H'tsu's limitations and until he is done with me there really isn't much I can do. I have never been the strongest and the thought of caring for Hijastro by myself in my current condition is unpleasant to say the least.�

�So you plan on sticking around than?�

�As long as I am permitted,� he answered hesitantly.

Grimmjow asked him several more questions, all of them about his own incoming cub and what he was going to do afterward. The questions honestly confused him. What did Grimmjow care about what his plans were concerning either him or his cub? The questions led him to believe that Grimmjow wanted him gone as less competition for Ichigo's attention, and yet he didn't quite get that feeling from the interrogative Arrancar.

His back was really starting to get sore from remaining in his submissive position and he wondered if he dared shift back onto his side. It was hard to read what kind of mood Grimmjow was in and he really didn't want to make a wrong move and arise the more powerful Arrancar's ire, especially with Ichigo asleep. If Grimmjow noticed his growing discomfort, he obviously didn't care. Szayel found his own ire starting to rise as the kink started to get really damn uncomfortable.

�Grimmjow, Cachorro has been up every two hours to feed. I am tired and my back is starting to kill me staying like this, so please get to the point. What are you trying to ask me?� he finally demanded exhaustively, and perhaps a bit more testily than was wise as he was dead tired, now in pain and just wanted to get some sleep before Cachorro demanded his attention again.

If it is this bad now, just what was it going to be like when Hijastro hatched and he was feeding two of them? He shivered at the thought and hoped by then Cachorro would be less demanding of his attention or, preferably, already on solids. Yes, on solids would be much preferable.

�I am offering to let you and your cub stick around,� Grimmjow grunted.

Szayel opened his mouth to point out that it wasn't his position to make the offer, it was Ichigo's as pack Alpha, before closing his mouth again. Ichigo was the kind of person that had probably already decided to let him stay as long as he wanted and there was also no guarantee that the next mating wouldn't see Grimmjow come out on top. While he seriously doubted that Grimmjow could ever overpower Ichigo he wasn't going to risk the chance it could happen; if only because, once again, Ichigo was the kind of person that would let Grimmjow win a test of domination for the sake of 'fairness.' He was essentially being offered a permanent place in the pack, to no longer be treated as an intruding outsider.

As he had mentioned earlier, he wasn't quite sure what his plans were going to be once Hijastro was hatched and raised. He would like to get back to his lab and continue working on his projects, but the biggest one was right here in front of him. He would essential have unlimited access to the Alpha Pair's cub, and possible future cubs, for his studies. Any scientist knew that the more data sources one had the more accurate the information would turn out to be.

Than there was the last little thing; if something did happen to him than at least Hijastro would be cared for as his cub would be part of the pack, and most packs watched each others backs.

�I would like that,� he agreed softly.

Huge hugs to the reviewers, I love you all :) Sorry it took that extra week to get this chapter up, but it was a bit of a pain to write and the baby is rally starting to move now, kicking my bladder like a ball all day. 6 down, 3 to go. Stay tuned for the next chapter, which I haven't even started yet.....
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