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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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Alpha and Beta

Grimmjow leaned against the wall in the shower as the scorching hot water ran down his body. He had been so utterly foolish to have presumed for even a second that Ichigo was human. He never should have gone soft on the teen, now he found himself in this fucked up situation. A situation that was, admittedly, more his fault than the teen�s.

He knew what initiating sex with Ichigo could bring about and had no one but himself to blame for this mess. Of course he had never figured he would be the one to become the Beta. It had never even crossed his mind that he would be the one forced to submit himself to the teenager.

Now�.. now he was bound to the teen and Ichigo still had no idea what had even happened! The Vizard�s inner hollow had made it quite clear that if anyone was going to tell Ichigo just what in the seven hells had happened other than a night of great sex, it would be Grimmjow himself.

�Fuck,� he spat, banging his head on the wall. �Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,� he repeated, each word accompanied by another head/wall meeting.

The last thing he had wanted was another round this morning, but his Alpha had demanded and he had obediently submitted. It had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. Obedience was never his strong suit but he didn�t dare anger his Alpha when he was going to need to other�s protection and blessing to survive the next two months.

Admittedly it wasn�t like the sex had been bad or painful or anything, it had actually been better than the night before and Ichigo definitely had a talent in making him squirm with pleasure and had cause him no pain and little humiliation.

Then there was that cream Ichigo had used on him. What the hell was in that stuff? It had left his body feeling, well, tingling with fire was the best way he could think of to describe it.

With a sigh of frustration he let his body slide to the floor of the shower and he contemplated on just how he was going to fix this fucked up situation. Hell, how in the many layers of hell was he even going to explain to some human teenager what had truly happened last night?

He wanted to run. Just return to Hueco Mundo and pretend this entire night hadn�t happened, yet at the same time he was thrilled they had been successful. He had never had a successful Mating before. His previous partners had either not survived the violent intercourse with him or had died soon after unable to support the meshing of their beings.

He groaned as the thought was accompanied by a twinge of displeasure in his abdomen. Dimly he realized the water was now ice cold and he had been curled up in the shower for some time, easily over an hour, perhaps boarding two.

He scowled in disgust that he was letting this get to him. Like hell he was some snivelling coward who needed to hide and be comforted like some pathetic ass woman or wimp. He may have been regulated to being the Beta, but he was not going to just roll over and offer his belly to the teen.

He was going to march right up to Ichigo and let him know just what had happened before something bad happened. It wasn�t fair to leave Ichigo in the dark when things like this entire mornings charade could have been avoided. It had only occurred because Ichigo hadn�t known what he was asking for at the time, nor that his partner couldn�t say no to his Alpha�s demands, not if he wanted to live for long anyway.

Grimmjow knew Ichigo, knew the teenager would never demand something of him if he didn�t want it, which was why this morning had happened in the first place. If only the teen had asked him if he wanted the attention instead of demanding it. Somehow he had a feeling that blasted Hollow of Ichigo�s had been the true culprit.

Grimmjow forced himself back to his feet and turned the freezing water off before stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel, drying off with perhaps a bit more force than was necessary, before wrapping the towel around his waist and returning to Ichigo�s room.

The bed was stripped down and he could hear the sound of both the washer and dryer running. His uniform was missing but a black pair of lose pants and a plain, white T-shirt was folded neatly on Ichigo�s desk beside a note.

Frowning, he approached the clothing and note apprehensively.

　

�I had to go meet up with my schoolwork partner. Your uniform is in the washer and I hope these fit. I�ll be back sometime around three in the afternoon. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, feel free to switch the clothing around when the dryer finishes and don�t break anything.�

-Ichigo

　

He stared at the note in surprise before sitting on the edge of the bed and resting his head in his hands. From wild panther to domesticated house cat all in a single night thanks to a stupid, hormonal, instinctual driven event. Fuck his life sucked.

He was an idiot. He was beyond stupid. Nnoitra and the others would have been laughing hysterically at him had they still been alive to do so and he just knew that if Ulquiorra was still around the Fourth would have made some offhanded comment about trash deserving each other.

He had a sudden urging to tear the room to shreds, to destroy every piece of evidence of what had happened, but he couldn�t. When he stared at the bed all he could think about was the fire in his belly as he was taken both times. The thrill of their initial combat and vying for dominance.

And if he was honest with himself, Ichigo, hybrid though he may be, was a worthy and acceptable sire. Ichigo would most likely not abandon him like so many others would already have once Mating was done. No, Ichigo would stick around to make sure the result of their breeding would have the best chance of survival it could, a truly commendable trait.

Who knew, maybe the teenager would agree to breed again and this time he would win the fight for dominance. The thought of the teen being the one to bear his throat in submission made his loins tighten in anticipation.

Without even the slightest hint of remorse or discomfort, Grimmjow rooted through that lower drawer and pulled out the strange bottle of cream from last night. He flipped the cap open and gave it a tentative whiff. It smelt disappointedly like normal cream.

He poured a small amount on his hand and spread it with his fingers. Quickly enough he felt the cream on the flesh of his palm begin to heat in a rather pleasing manner. Satisfied, he poured some more on his hand before putting the bottle away, laying down more comfortably on Ichigo�s bed and spreading the cream over his quickly growing arousal.

He hissed in pleasure as the warm heat from the cream spread over him. He sighed in pleasure and closed his eyes. It wasn�t his hand working his engorged and throbbing manhood, it was Ichigo�s heat wrapped around his length as the teen panted and begged for more beneath him with a bared throat begging and whimpering for attention.

Ah but was it a wonderful dream. To see the other squirming beneath him, begging and pleading for more, to be fucked harder and faster. No, better, that hollow half of the boy that had dared to taunt him and call him pet begging for forgiveness while he pounded the bastard straight through the bed.

Both were lucrative visions, but the one that finally had him shooting a stream of cum was the mental image of Ichigo kneeling between his legs and working his length with his mouth. He could almost feel the heat of that moist cavern wrapped around him with the teens tongue lashing his length and moaning in ecstasy as he pleased his Alpha.

Grimmjow promised himself that the day would come where the hybrid would kneel between his thighs, but until that day came he would just have to work harder to become stronger so the next time they mated, and he had no doubt there would be a next time weather Kurosaki wanted it or not, he would be the one to dominate and take his place as Alpha while Ichigo was relegated to becoming the Beta.

But first he had to make it through this first mating, the rearing of their offspring, and worse, explain to a teenage boy what they had done. Oh yeah, from what he recalled of humans that was going to go over so well.

　

　

　

�Ichigo, you aren�t even paying attention are you? You have been distracted all morning,� Ishida sighed in frustration, adjusting his glasses and giving him a disapproving glare.

�Yeah, sorry about that,� Ichigo apologised, forcing his mind away from the Espada in his house and back to his lessons.

�Dare I ask what has you so distracted today?� Ishida questioned, closing the book they had been studying from.

�None of your business,� Ichigo quickly defended with a snap.

�Would it have something to do with the Arrancar you have been hanging around all month?� Ishida questioned with a raised eye.

Ichigo blinked in surprise and stared at his friends in shock.

�How did�.�

�I know?� Ishida interrupted him. �Just because you are inept at sensing reiatsu does not mean the rest of us are as well,� he pointed out dryly. �Especially when you flare it so loudly that the entire city can see it regardless of your location,� he finished mumbling under his breath.

�I need to work on that,� Ichigo grouched to himself in annoyance.

�Indeed,� Ishida agreed with him, once more adjusting his glasses.

�Now, did something happen between you and that Arrancar?� Ishida demanded.

Oh something happened alright, and he couldn�t stop the blush from lighting up his face and the feeling of his pants getting tighter at the oh so wonderful and pleasant memory. Oh kami why couldn�t he keep it down? Heaven forbid all those magazines Keigo had shoved under his nose were right.

Now that he�d had it he just wanted more. It was like a drug. All he could think about was the tight heat wrapped around him and the mind blowing pleasure he got from thrusting into the Espada�s body with the sweet, faint taste of Grimmjow�s blood as he nipped and sucked at the soft skin on the Espada�s throat with the feeling of the others life blood pulsing pleasantly against his lips. The thrill of power he got dominating such a powerful beast.

Wait, was that last thought his or his hollows? He scowled, but before he could attempt to accuse his hollow half of trying to influence his thoughts, Ishida spoke up and forced his attention to the Quincy sitting nearby.

�Ichigo, no matter what you may believe, I am far more intelligent than you. Every time that you and that Espada get together you shake the entire city with the force of your clashing reaitsu. It is highly discourteous. Yet last night you actually had it more�.. condensed,� Ishida settled for after thinking about what word to use.

�Oh. Yeah well� uh�.umm,� really, what could he say to that?

�Oh yeah Ishida, my reiatsu was more condensed last night because I was having wild, passionate, steamy, hot sex with Grommjow. You know the same bastard that tried to kill me a half dozen times?�

Yeah, that was going to go over so well with the Quincy. Granted, other than the sex part, Ishida really couldn�t say anything. Ichigo did seem to have a habit of befriending the people that wanted to kill him at one point or another in time; like the entire Shinigami population for starters.

�Ichigo, I hope you realize you are as transparent as a piece of glass, and while I do not approve of fraternizing with the enemy, I know better than to try and stop you when you got your mind set on something,� Ishida sighed in frustration. �You can be more stubborn than a heard of ox.�

�Is it really that obvious?� Ichigo asked embarrassed.

�Yes, quite obvious. We might as well call it a day. I doubt your mind will be on school work,� Ishida sighed as he closed up all the other books they had spread out around themselves and started to clean up.

�Yeah, sorry about that,� he apologised sheepishly. �See you tomorrow than?� he questioned uncertainly.

�Are you going to be thinking straight tomorrow?� Ishida questioned.

�No promises,� he chuckled. �I�ll see you tomorrow,� he promised.

Ichigo gathered up his gear and stretched to loosen and limber up cramped muscles from being hunched over books all morning before making his way to the front door.

�I do have one question, Kurosaki,� Ishida called just before he could open the front door.

�Yeah?� he asked apprehensively.

�How was it? And was it worth it?� Ishida asked rather awkwardly with the barest hint of a blush dusting his cheeks.

�That�s two questions,� Ichigo couldn�t help but to point out with a smirk.

�Just answer the questions,� Ishida scowled in obvious embarrassment.

�It was beyond anything I could have imagined, and yes,� he answered with a wistful smile, �it was definitely worth it. Even if he�s not there when I get back it was definitely worth it.�

�So you and Grimmjow, eh?� Ishida pondered.

Ichigo sputtered in surprise.

�Come now Kurosaki, you two have been flaring your reiatsu all over the city, remember. Anyone with half a brain would recognize who it belonged to. I must admit thought, I am honestly not that surprised to discover your sexual taste.�

�What!?� he demanded, dropping his hand from the door to whirl on the other in shock. �Where on earth did that come from?�

�Like I said, you are rather transparent Kurosaki. A fair number of women, arguably well endowed and beautiful at that, have thrown themselves willingly at your feet and you have never looked twice at them as anything more than a friend. I think that�s a good enough indicator right there that women clearly don�t attract you.�

�Oh,� he blushed lightly. �I guess I can�t argue with that,� he rubbed the back of his head.

�No, you can�t. Now get lost. I�ll see you tomorrow. And you had better be ready to study this time,� Ishida said firmly, �or I will put a hundred arrows up your ass to get your mind back on track,� he threatened.

�Right, I�ll try not to be distracted,� he chuckled amusedly at the threat.

�See that you do.�

Ichigo opened the door and started to head home. He was going to be home earlier than his note had indicated, but he would honestly be surprised to come home to find Grimmjow still there anyhow. There was no reason for the former Espada to remain after all.

Still, the thought of returning to an empty home was a surprisingly unpleasant one. Despite himself he found himself walking home a little faster than necessary. By the time he made it to his front door he was almost jogging and burst through the front door.

�Relax King. He�s still here and not going anywhere anytime soon,� Hollow Zangetsu assured him with a laugh of amusement.

Ichigo frowned in annoyance. The Hollow half of Zangetsu had been rather noisy lately, ever since last night. There was something tugging at the edge of his consciousness. It was strange to see his hollow sooooooo, concerned? No, that wasn�t right. Interested? Much closer. Since when did his hollow half care about anything other that the thrill of battle? What was it about this situation that had his hollow�s attention?

�I am your instinct King. Mating is a powerful instinct,� Hollow Zangetsu piped up helpfully.

�Can you shut up for more than a day?� he demanded in annoyance.

�As you wish my King. Your reluctant consort is in your den,� the other snickered.

Ichigo�s scowl deepened as he pulled his shoes off and made his way upstairs. His hollow was right, Grimmjow was in his bedroom, apparently fast asleep under the freshly laundered blankets. Now that was strange, but not as strange as his hollow referring to Grimmjow as his consort. That was right out to left field.

He toyed with the idea of waking the Espada up, but in all honestly it was kind of nice to see him so, well, vulnerable. And in all honesty the thought of an afternoon nap was rather appealing. They really didn�t get much sleep last night and this morning�s activities had been rather exhausting as well.

Well, it was his bed and if he wanted to sleep in it than who was going to stop him? Without a second thought he striped down and crawled carefully into the bed next to the sleeping Arrancar so as not to disturb him.

He was honestly surprised Grimmjow didn�t awaken as he made his way into the bed and crawled under the covers. He made himself comfortable on his back, staring up at his ceiling as he considered the situation he found himself in.

Well, it wasn�t really much of a situation, but he did have to admit he figured his first time would be with someone he loved and had known for a long time. Not a wild, random romp with a former enemy.

Ichigo closed his eyes and sighed, forcing himself to shut his brain down before he thought too much. Thinking was not his strong suite, he left such things like planning to Ishida and Urahara. They were much better at it than he was.

He much preferred instinct over brains. It hadn�t failed him yet and had led him to places he never would have seen and people he never would have met if he had stopped to use his brains all the time.

Sleep snuck up upon him and before he knew it he was drifting off pleasantly in a light slumber. He did have some sleep to catch up on after all.
　

　

　

　

　

Okay I lied, next chapter is the explanations. My bad. Since no one seems to object to H�tsu and seems to like the nick name, I will use it, but you wont see it crop up for a few more chapters since the name needs to be bestowed upon him. Honestly, I think H�tsu sounds pretty cool. It�s got a strong, snap to the name that just fit�s the Hollow part of Zangetsu.

So far the hardest part is keeping Grimmjow his usual, strong, abrasive self while still forcing himself to submit. It�s an EPIC challenge and I am loving it, when I am not ready to pull my hair out in frustration.

Next Chapter: The explanation as to what, why and how it all happened, honestly this time. I think you will all find the idea intriguing, refreshing, and actually making a lot of sense in the cannon universe.
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