The Real King | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13 |
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Gasp, two Chapter so close together!!! This is for Black Storm, who this fict was originally dedicated to and who is having a bad week. Enjoy.
Relieving Stress
Ichigo felt his entire body poised and tensed, ready to spring into action at any moment. It was a tension that only increased as he was reminded he couldn’t do anything at the moment. And yet every minute he sat here, Nel and so many others, could be suffering at the hands of that deranged lunatic Kurotsuchi. But they needed a fool-proof plan and time to get the things they would need to carry it out together and there was no getting around those two things.
The relief he got was that Szayel had finally woken up. He had been honestly concerned over the Arrancar’s fate. His father, Unohana and Kisuke had all warned him that it could be weeks, months, and possibly even a few years before Szayel regained consciousness. His already-weakened body had undergone some terrible trauma and they had no idea what had happened to Szayel other than the various wounds taken during the physical beating that they had been able to catalogue. Neither his father nor Unohana had wanted to try to get at what his mind might have undergone.
Unohana had returned to the Seireitei after the egg had been laid and most of the danger had passed. He had thanked her profusely for helping. Ichigo didn’t have a deep understanding of how reiatsu worked, a blind spot made obvious by his complete lack of control over it, but he did understand that if it hadn’t been for the joint efforts of his father and Unohana, then Hijastro wouldn’t have had a chance of being laid, let alone hatching. Ichigo didn’t want to think about what kind of emotional trauma that would have inflicted on Szayel. They didn’t exactly teach psychology in high school but even he could tell the first two miscarriages had been devastating. A third might have destroyed the former Espada, or driven him mad.
His father had been shocked to learn about the previous two miscarriages H’tsu caused and Ichigo swore that Isshin had made it his very personal mission to make sure this cub made it. It wasn’t simply because the cub was going to be his grandson or daughter. Isshin had also seen what a miscarriage could do to human parents and not even he wanted to guess how a person would handle their third in less than a month.
“You look like someone just trod all over your future grave, Ichi-nii,” Karin commented as she walked into the room, causing Ichigo to jerk a bit in surprise. The young woman sounded genuinely concerned.
“He’s been like that most of the day,” Grimmjow grunted in annoyance, inspecting his fingernails.
Cachorro greeted his aunt with a pleased mew, stumbling out of Grimmjow’s lap to meet her.
“Hey brat,” Karin greeted him with a smirk and scoped him up, rubbing him vigorously behind the ears.
“Where is Yuzu?” Ichigo asked, a little concerned with his other sister’s absence.
“At her cooking club. She won’t be home until later,” Karin answered.
These days, ‘home’ meant the shop. Ichigo had only briefly run back to his room above the clinic to gather a change of clothing, such as his uniform and some other odds and ends his father had requested from the examination and treatment rooms on the main level.
“Oh, don’t you have soccer today?” he frowned at her.
“We cancelled it until this weekend. One of the senior teams has an out-of-town tournament this weekend and promised to buy all of us sundaes if we would let them use the field to practice.” Karin’s smirk hinted at some sort of deep satisfaction that Ichigo doubted had anything to do with free ice cream. “Did your friend wake up yet?” she asked, changing the subject before her brother could ask anything else about the topic.
“Szayel? Yeah, he woke up this morning. Goat face is seeing to him now.”
“He’s been spending a lot of time in there,” Karin frowned and looked off in the direction of Szayel’s room.
“You know what he’s like with patients,” Ichigo reminded her and then shrugged.
Karin looked off into the distance pensively, clearly lost in thought and gave a soft ‘hmm’ in acknowledgement. They sat in silence for a moment, Ichigo once more getting lost in his worry about Nel and the others, until a fist connected rather painfully with the side of his face.
“Ow!! Grimmjow, what the hell?!” Ichigo yelped and scowled at him.
Karin just raised an eye at the violence and gave a soft nod of her head in approval.
“Do you mind watching Cachorro for us,” Grimmjow turned to ask the young woman, completely ignoring the scowling teen glaring at him and rubbing the side of his head.
“Sure,” Karin agreed, offered him a knowing smirk. “Take as long as you want.”
Ichigo blinked in surprise, the pain already fading. Grimmjow was not very trusting of others when it came to Cachorro, and the fact he was offering Karin a chance to watch their cub surprised him greatly. Of course, Karin was family and he knew the two of them actually got along surprisingly well, but in the grand scheme of things, she was not very strong. Granted, they were completely safe inside of the shop and he doubted that whatever Grimmjow had planned would take them very far.
“Good. Come on Shinigami, if I have to sit here and suffer any more of your moping, I am going to lose it,” Grimmjow snarled, leaping deftly to his feet. He glared down at Ichigo with a look that promised a world of hurt if he didn’t get to his own feet and follow.
Ichigo scowled at him, but rose to his feet and followed Grimmjow out of the room any way. He could use a good sparring bout. Fighting always did clear his mind and with Grimmjow back up to full, toe-tingling strength, he finally had a real opponent he could let his frustrations out upon.
Karin watched them go with a smirk and a shake of her head. Grimmjow was probably one of the best things to have ever happened to her brother, and while it was still a little mind-boggling to think of her brother as gay, she found that they definitely suited each other. Karin could honestly not think of any female in Ichigo’s life that could match him nor be his partner, other than possibly Rukia-neesan, but no one had heard from her in quite some time. The small Shinigami had a life and responsibilities that gave her little time for a relationship with a teenage boy in a completely different realm.
Karin could respect that and while she knew their father had hoped for a romantic relationship between the midget and his son, Karin knew it was highly unlikely that a match up like that would work. Rukia fit the ‘best friend’ role perfectly, offering Ichigo the last bit of what he needed as a stable (if occasionally fierce and butt-kicking) pillar, a feminine counterpoint to good old, stolid, patient Chad.
“Well Cachorro, shall we see how Goat face and the Nursemaid are doing?” she playfully asked her nephew, having adopted Grimmjow‘s nickname for Szayel simply out of habit from hearing the blue-haired Arrancar say it so often.
Cachorro let out a ‘meow’ and nuzzled against her more firmly, warm, soft fur tickling her throat as he nuzzled under her chin.
“Alright, there’ll be no argument from me,” she smiled as she rose to her feet.
She was not the least bit surprised to find her father in Szayel’s room and she paused at the door to give them both time notice her. She’d had plenty of talks with Grimmjow and Kisuke about how territorial Hollows could be, especially when it came to mating and gestation. While she was family, it was still best to wait for acknowledgment and permission to approach until they grew accustomed to her presence; especially one with a cub, who had just woken up and was in such an injured state.
It was Cachorro’s sudden fussing that alerted the two men to her presence, both of them looking her way and she briefly lost her breath as she caught sight of the startling gold eyes that met hers. She couldn’t even focus on the oddity of shoulder-length pink hair with eyes the colour of amber gazing so intently and intelligently at her. He looked nothing like any of the other Hollows she’d met. Even Grimmjow’s eyes had a wildness that roared ‘danger’ to her, while this one’s gaze gave her a completely different impression.
“Is it alright if I come in?” she asked, hoping she sounded confident.
From what she understood of Grimmjow’s explanation of Hollow pack dynamics, as Ichigo’s sister she was of a higher rank than Szayel. In fact, he was currently the lowest in the pack since other than Grimmjow, the Alpha’s mate, the rest of them were the biological family of the Pack Alpha. So she kept her eyes on his, ignoring the urge to drop them.
She felt his reiatsu reach out and brush inquiringly against hers, surprisingly gentle in its touch and with nothing like the wildness she was use to from Hollows. She still had to hold back a shiver at the pure power behind it. She had faced common, everyday Hollows many times before, but even if she hadn’t known he was an Arrancar, she would have known he was something else entirely from the power behind that tentative touch, and this was him in a weakened state. She couldn’t help but to wonder what he might be like when he recovered, although she knew he was weaker than both Grimmjow and Ichigo.
“You are family?” Szayel probed, and Karin mentally shook herself in order to answer.
“Hai, Kurosaki Karin,” she replied, introducing herself.
At her words he finally dropped his gaze from hers and she got the impression she was now invited in. She still moved slowly into the room, giving him time to adjust to her presence, but kept her confident stride. Hollows fed on fear and she kept that in mind. Honestly, she wasn’t afraid anyway, not with her father sitting right there in his Shinigami form, but first impressions were everything.
Her eyes instantly went to the large egg nestled by his side and she had to force herself not to stare at it in wonder. Cachorro wiggled in her arms so she set him down, watching in amusement as the cub climbed up onto the bed to nestle against him. Szayel winced in pain as Cachorro aggravated his cracked ribs before Isshin picked the cub up and moved him to Szayel’s relatively undamaged side.
Cachorro meowed in protest at being moved before climbing halfway back up Szayel chest to feed. Karin could honestly say the sight shocked her for she was fairly positive that, despite his feminine looks, Szayel was male.
“All part of being a Natural Born Beta,” Szayel explained as he noticed her shocked expression.
“Ichi-nii and Grimmjow mentioned that particular aspect of it, now that I think about it, but it’s something else, to ahh… see it…” she chuckled nervously.
“I trust you have been instructed on proper behaviour and etiquette to avoid any unfortunate accidents?”
“As informed as those two were capable of making me, but let’s be honest, neither one of them are really that good at explaining things.” Karin admitted.
“Fair enough,” he replied and offered her a small smile. “I appreciate your application of Hollow etiquette, especially given the inadequacies of your teachers. I assure you that I am far more intelligent and less instinctually-driven than most Hollows. As Ichigo’s biological sister, you are free to come and go as you see fit without fear of aggravating my own instincts, now that I have a taste of your reiatsu and scent.”
Karin couldn’t help letting out a small breath in relief at that.
“That’s good to know, but I hope you will forgive me if I continue to err on the side of caution. Unlike Ichi-nii, I can’t exactly pop out of my body and start hacking up the things that might come at me or tick me off.”
She swore she saw hint of some respect and a small amount of amusement in his eyes as he nodded his head in agreement.
“Even a tame dog can still bite.”
“I would never compare any Hollow to a dog.” Her eyes drifted to the egg again. “How on earth did you lay something that big anyway?” she marvelled, unable to help herself as she compared the size of it to the relative size of Szayel’s body.
The mental image that came to mind made her shudder. There was only one hole remotely big enough that males had in their neither regions and she could not imagine something that big coming out of something so small, let alone past such narrow hips.
“The egg is essentially solidified reiatsu that emerges from a, let’s call it a ‘reiatsu portal hole,’ that forms at the abdomen when it is ready to emerge,” Szayel explained. “It forms no matter what the Arrancar’s outward sex might be.”
That made a bit of sense.
“So, it's sort of like a built-in Caesarean device without the hell of slicing, sewing and scarring? Ingenious,” she said, respect tingeing her voice.
Karin got the impression that he was pleased with her understanding.
“You are medically-trained as well?” he asked.
“Somewhat,” she smiled. “You don’t grow up in a Clinic without learning some things and Yuzu and I help out old Goat Face here when the need arises. I am also the Captain of a soccer team full of hyper young boys that are always getting themselves beat up, so I have learned a few things here and there,” she admitted and then shrugged.
“Karin-chan is fully-certified to act as a Sport’s Physician,” Isshin praised his daughter.
“Yeah, the school loves it,” Karin scowled. “One less teacher on the payroll when they can just ship me off to every game as a ‘water girl,’” she grumbled. “Still, I get to travel for free much of the time, as the school covers all my travel expenses and I can get a feel for the stadiums and leagues I will be playing in when I am older,” she explained. “So it works out.”
“Would you like to touch it?” he asked her, taking her by complete surprise.
“You wouldn’t mind?” she asked shocked.
“Technically speaking, I couldn’t deny you without fear of reprisal from your brother, however, if Grimmjow trusts you with Cachorro I see no reason I cannot trust you as well.”
“Yeah, that one honestly surprised me, but I think Grimmjow just wanted some alone time with Ichi-nii since he was acting all mopey and stupid again. I can guarantee you they are downstairs beating the crap out of each other, at least for now,” she smirked.
Tentatively, she reached a hand out across Szayel’s body to touch the egg. The shell was warm and rough beneath her fingers and she giggled as a pulse of reiatsu brushed against her own, just as wary of her as she had been over touching the shell. After a moment the pulse became more confident and Karin couldn’t help but to smile as the cub’s reiatsu mixed with her own, just like the way Cachorro had done when she had first held him.
“He or she likes you,” Szayel noted.
Cachorro had finished feeding and was now meowing in protest that he wasn’t the centre of everyone’s attention. The Horror! Karin laughed again and picked the cub up.
“That’s what you get for abandoning me for him,” she admonished her nephew.
Cachorro pouted at her before meowing again and demanding his due.
“Spoiled brat,” she chuckled. “He loves me, but he doesn’t seem to care for Yuzu that much. Come to think of it, neither does Grimmjow. Why is that? I mean, Yuzu and I are twins, so what do I have that she doesn’t?” Karin pondered aloud.
It had been bothering her forever and she hadn’t felt confident asking Grimmjow about it, but she had a feeling that she might get a straight answer out of Szayel. She didn’t quite get the feral feeling from Szayel that she got from most Hollows, and she wondered if that had something to do with the fact he was a Natural Beta. In fact, if not for the feel of his reiatsu (not to mention the amber eyes framed by pink hair), she could easily mistake him for human.
“I would have to meet her.”
“Yuzu is too soft,” Isshin was surprisingly the one to answer, drawing both of their attention. “Just like Masaki,” the older man smiled softly in memory.
Her father had been relatively silent up until now, seeming content just to let the two of them talk without his usual crazy antics. In fact, her father had dropped most of his crazy stunts since Ichigo’s return and had only occasionally used them when Yuzu was getting upset.
“She has even less reiatsu than Karin and has a hard time seeing ghost or Hollows. She is very much a submissive person.”
“Ah, Grimmjow, and most Hollows for that matter, really only care about strength, so if your sister is anything like that, then she would most definitely not have his respect.”
“And yours?” Karin questioned with a raised eye.
“I value intelligence far more than muscle, but again, I am not a typical Hollow.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Karin agreed.
(POV)
It had been ages since they had been able to let loose against each other, or at least it felt like ages when it had, truthfully, only been a few months. Hunting Hollows in the desert was nothing compared to the thrill of crossing blades with Kurosaki under the full power of his Resurrección. It left his spine tingling in pleasure and his heart racing in joyful anticipation.
Ichigo was a little sluggish at first, having had little vigorous exercise in some time, but the teen shook it off quickly enough and before long blood from both of them splashed the ground. Not as much as their old fights when they had tried to kill each other, but enough to leave their bodies stinging in pain and the taste of it lingering in the air, turning him on as much as the powerful reiatsu clashing against his own.
Oh, how he wanted to toss the teen down onto the ground and mount him, but now was not the time and his instincts reminded him they had Cachorro to care for and another cub in the pack on its way. They also had to deal with the painted freak as well. Now was not the time to have one of them weakened from mating.
“But afterwards, afterwards your ass is mine Kurosaki,” he silently promised.
For now he simply enjoyed the burn of pumping muscles, the sting of the slices in his skin, the thrill of such powerful reiatsu lashing against his own and reminding him just how powerful his mate was.
An hour later Ichigo’s eyes were once more clear of depression as the two of them panted heavily from the exertion their violent sparing had brought about. He was more tired than he liked to admit while Ichigo was already regaining his breath.
“Damn body still isn’t back up to full form,” he silently cursed, completely denying the fact that Ichigo was simply stronger than him.
“Let’s clean up. There is a hot spring over here that will heal most of these scratches,” Ichigo suggested and tossed his head behind him to indicate the direction of the pool.
Grimmjow followed him, eyes taking in Ichigo’s assets as they walked. He wondered how much more the teen would grow over the next few years, although he didn’t think it would be much more. Several inches at the most, hopefully. Height was one advantage he had over teen and he didn’t want to give it up any time soon. Whether he’d add any more muscle remained to be seen. He simply couldn’t see Ichigo running to fat as he aged.
The hot spring wasn’t overly large, but it was big enough to let the two of them lounge comfortably with a bit of space between them. The water relaxed him deeply and he sighed in contentment as he felt his muscles slowly relax, his eyes slipping close in pleasure as his mind drifted.
He didn’t register the soft caress on his inner thigh at first, but he sure as hell noticed when the hand moved up and wrapped around a rather intimate part of his nether region. Blue eyes snapped open and he almost jerked in shock when he realized that Ichigo was now right in front of him, his eyes slightly glazed and sprinkled with gold.
“You want something Shinigami?” he questioned with a smirk.
“I want you, Hollow,” Ichigo responded. “Preferably writhing and moaning beneath me,” the teen added huskily as he closed the distance between them until he was straddling Grimmjow and his arms rested on his shoulders, effectively pinning him to the pool edge.
Grimmjow let out a growl. He hated being pinned and Kurosaki knew it. His growl turned into a whimper, however, when Ichigo moved closer and rubbed their bodies together. That made his own arousal apparent and his teeth latched onto the soft skin of Grimmjow’s throat.
Both of them let out a moan, one that increased in volume as Ichigo continued to grind against him, bringing their bodies flush together. Grimmjow’s own hands abandoned the edge of the pool to grasp Ichigo’s rear, nails digging in and helping the teen along as their bodies rubbed deliciously.
He felt the teens own nipples brush against his own and it elicited a gasp of delight from him, forcing his head back to rest on the ground behind him. Ichigo took full advantage of the move, latching and sucking onto his now very exposed throat and giving off a groan of pleasure that seemed to vibrate in both of their chests.
The water sloshed about them as their bodies continued to move together and the hot spring suddenly became too warm as his body filled with desire and pleasure. With everything that had been going on, it had been several weeks since he’d gotten laid. When one had access to a mate and a pack that could care for one’s cub while you played, abstinence was one hell of a crime.
“Too hot,” he murmured as he felt his body heat up even more. Not all the liquid covering their bodies was from the steam and water anymore.
Ichigo laughed, but pulled back a bit, moving his hands from their tight grip on Grimmjow’s shoulders to his ass instead, picking him up and setting him on the edge of the pool. The cool air was a welcome relief to his overheated skin, but Ichigo didn’t leave him much time to appreciate it. He soon felt a wet tongue trace one of his nipples, teasing it mercilessly.
The hands that had been used to lift him from the spring wandered up and down his back, nails digging in just enough to be almost painful. They left long red scratches, just the way he loved it. Damn the bastard Shinigami; he made being the Beta well worth it and he prayed that his body’s love for this sinfully delightful pleasure wouldn’t betray him when it came time to battle for the position of Alpha again.
“Damn it Kurosaki,” he panted.
“You want me to stop?” Ichigo asked, his voice deep and husky, sending a shiver straight up Grimmjow‘s spine. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”
He let out a growl, but it didn’t last long before it turned into a gasp of pleasure. Ichigo once more ground their throbbing erections together, the friction almost making him come undone after being ignored for what felt like forever. Ichigo smirked against his skin and moved his mouth over to the nipple that hadn’t been given any attention yet.
Grimmjow let out a sigh of pleasure and let himself relax against the sand surrounding the spring as Ichigo set about pleasing him.
“I swore you were a virgin when this whole thing started,” the former Espada gasped out. “Where the hell did you learn so damn much?” Ichigo’s mouth worked its way down his body to pay attention to the juncture between his hip and waist, effectively silencing him.
“Mainly Keigo,” Ichigo paused in his assault to answer. “And Kon,” he admitted after another nipping kiss. “Keigo keeps shoving porn magazines under my nose during lunch break and after school, while Kon keeps hiding them throughout my room as if it’s his own personal smut library.”
Almost every word was accompanied by another nipping kiss along his thighs until the teen’s cheek was rubbing against the one part of his body that he desperately wanted that sinful mouth to address.
Ichigo nuzzled against it, but he didn’t let his mouth touch that particular part of his anatomy and Grimmjow frowned in displeasure as Ichigo kissed and nipped his way back up to his Beta’s throat. Ichigo’s mouth may have ignored him, but his Alpha’s hand made up for it as it wrapped around his aching length and began to stroke it softly.
“One day I am going to find a way to permanently shut him up,” the teen complained to himself. Grimmjow suddenly understood.
Ah, of course. H’tsu would most definitely not be pleased by Ichigo offering him oral pleasure. Such an action was for the Beta to offer the Alpha.
“You could always just manifest him and send him after his own Beta,” Grimmjow suggested.
Ichigo stopped all of his attention and scowled at him at the suggestion.
“Or manifest them both and get Zangetsu to drag his pale ass off somewhere to leave us be,” he amended hastily.
“Hmm,” Ichigo hummed in agreement, but neither parts of his soul manifested and the teen continued to lick, suck and bite his way across Grimmjow’s body while the calloused thumb of his hand rubbed ever so wonderfully around the tip of his shaft.
Ichigo kept him suspended in pleasure like that for an interminable length of time, bringing him to the brink before backing off. In the few moments when he could think coherently, Grimmjow vowed revenge for this torment. He would pay the teen back tenfold, he swore it.
Ichigo moved back down his body again and Grimmjow grimaced as he felt Ichigo’s other hand begin to prepare his entrance. It was uncomfortable at first, but not for long as Ichigo‘s fingers squirmed their way right to his pleasure spot. His back arched off of the edge of the pool as the rush of sensation hit him hard and he cursed how his body held no secrets from Ichigo any longer, at least none that he knew of.
The evil bastard toyed with him again, one hand massaging his prostate while the second kept a firm grip on him and toyed with his tip using that dexterous thumb. Teeth bit at his thighs, nipping hard enough to leave marks, and he loved every minute of it.
One moment Ichigo’s hands were pleasuring him; the next they were on his shoulders with the teen buried to the hilt inside of him and his teeth sank into the flesh of Grimmjow’s throat. The Espada let out a cry of pleasure and shock at the sudden intrusion.
Ichigo held them still while Grimmjow adjusted to suddenly being filled by something other than slender fingers. His body may have dried off from being out of the hot spring, but an observer would never have been able to tell by looking at him, soaked as he was in sweat. Even Ichigo’s skin was misted with perspiration.
He was about to order Ichigo to start moving, but before he could form the words, Ichigo pulled out and thrust back in, hitting his prostate dead on. The teen set a fast pace, one he tried to raise his hips to meet, but found it was damn near impossible to move while being pinned to the edge of the pool. It left him completely open for Ichigo.
Teeth ravaged his throat, his prostate was nailed with each thrust and one of Ichigo’s hands dug into his hip to hold him steady while the other pumped his straining erection. He gritted his teeth together to stop the whines and whimpers from escaping his lips, but found it damn near impossible.
As always, Ichigo managed to make him cum first, the liquid splashing across both of their stomachs. A half dozen more thrusts and he felt the teen fill him, his teeth latching painfully onto Grimmjow’s throat as Ichigo rode out his own orgasm.
They lay panting for several minutes before Ichigo slowly moved to untangle their bodies. His back was caked with sand, as was his hair. His stomach was wet with his own release and his body was soaked in sweat. In short, he definitely needed another bath. Ichigo, on the other hand, was completely clean, having remained mostly in the hot spring.
“I never thought of it before, but, uh, do we need to worry about me knocking you up again?” Ichigo asked awkwardly.
Grimmjow shot him a glare but answered truthfully.
“Until Cachorro is old enough to fend for himself, no.”
Ichigo let out a sigh of relief at that.
“Besides, if it’s anyone who will get ‘knocked up’ it’s going to be you.”
“We’ll just have to wait and see,” Ichigo chuckled.
Grimmjow glared at him, but it didn’t last long. He was simply too spent after sparing, in more ways than one, to bother coming up with a good comeback.
“Come on, let’s get washed up and see how the equipment is coming along. Hopefully Urahara-san and Szayel will have everything ready soon, and I know how you feel about Cachorro being out of sight for too long.”
Grimmjow thought about that and then let Ichigo direct them as far cleaning themselves up went. It had been a while, and while he trusted Karin to care for his cub, she was not the strongest warrior out there. Not that he expected anything to get past the shops shields, but Ichigo was right; his Instinct didn’t like his cub to be out of sight for too long.
Next Chapter: Ichigo and Co take the fight to Kurotsuchi.
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