The Real King | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13 |
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A New Home and Old Dangers
“Good morning, Kurosaki-kun!” Kisuke called loudly as he burst into the room with far too much energy.
His exuberant entrance was met with various reactions. Ichigo groaned and shot a glare at the man, Cachorro and Hijastro hissed, Tesra woke with a start and flinched while Yylfordt glared at the intruder with his hackles up and one step away from attacking the intruder into the den. Szayel groaned and rolled over with the intent to attempt to get more rest. Grimmjow, who was the only one awake when Kisuke had burst into the room, rolled his eyes and took another sip of his coffee as he was the parent currently on ‘guard duty.’
“Urahara-san, do you have any idea what time it is?” Ichigo demanded in a groan.
His groan was echoed by Szayel, although for an entirely different reason. Now that both cubs were wide awake both were hungry and clamouring to be fed. The two cubs had at least perfected feeding at the same time, Cachorro going high while Hijastro went low.
“I believe it is four thirty in the morning,” Kisuke answered cheerfully. “A perfect time to start packing everything up and we can be at your new home before the city starts to stir. Wouldn’t want any incidents now would we?” Kisuke questioned innocently hiding his face behind his fan.
“There is about to be an incident here,” Yylfordt growled.
“The warehouse is ready?” Ichigo questioned, suddenly very much awake.
“Indeed. Well, rise and shine freeloaders. Let’s get you all out of my hair,” Kisuke continued cheerfully.
It didn’t take long to gather up what little they had; most of it was Ichigo’s school work and Szayel journals. As pissed as everyone was at Kisuke for waking them all up so damn early when they could have just been permitted to sleep and move the next morning, it was a bit of a relief to move out. The place was cramped with so many of them living in the small shop and neither Tesra nor Yylfordt trusted the shopkeeper.
The streets were deserted as they walked down them, heading towards the old warehouse that had once belonged to the Vizard. It had rained earlier so the lights reflected off of the wet pavement.
Cachorro and Hijastro looked around curiously, the first being carried by Grimmjow while Ichigo carried the second. Tesra looked ready to bolt at the faintest sound, holding onto his egg tightly while Yylfordt looked ready to destroy the first thing that moved unexpectedly. Szayel stumbled after them, looking like death warmed over and dragging his feet. He didn’t even have the energy to carry his precious journals, Ichigo had them slung over his shoulder.
“You doing alright?” the teen asked concerned as he fell back a bit.
“Fine,” Szayel mumbled, before nearly tripping over his own feet and would have fallen if Ichigo hadn’t caught him, Hijastro moving from his arms to perch on his shoulder.
“Still not getting much sleep eh?” Ichigo questioned.
“No,” he admitted. “The cubs are eating more than I expected as well. Even with the supplements Grimmjow bring back and eating portions of Tesra’s kills he generously donates…… I am not so sure I will be able to handle three of them,” Szayel admitted softly after a minute.
Ichigo frowned, understanding just how difficult it had to have been for the former Espada to admit to such a thing.
“Well, we got some time yet. Maybe we will finally come up with something the brats will eat.”
“Maybe,” Szayel agreed, but he didn’t sound hopeful.
It was a testament as to just how exhausted Szayel was when the Arrancar continued to lean on him in support, and a further testament as to just how run down he appeared that Grimmjow didn’t even protest the contact, simply falling back and walking beside Ichigo’s free side so Cachorro would quit softly complaining about wanting to be closer to Sire and Sister.
It was a decent distance to the warehouse, and by the time they arrived Yylfordt was carrying his niece while Ichigo supported Szayel. Even Tesra looked worn out, having not yet recovered from his own laying and was exhausted from carrying the heavy egg such a distance. He was also leaning against his own Alpha.
“Here we are,” Kisuke announced happily as they finally reached the warehouse.
Ichigo had to admit it was already looking better than he remembered, with a fresh coat of paint and everything. Instead of walking into a busted up interior that poorly resembled the old Greek coliseum, they entered a narrow hallway. The lights came on as they walked down the hall and turning off behind them.
“Here is the kitchen, and on this side a storeroom for your, ah, more interesting meat,” Kisuke explained.
The kitchen was a nice size and the store room had enough room for several kills to be kept safe and sound. The continued on to a rather large bathroom, complete with a small pool for the cubs to play in; already stocked with several toys, and a hot tub for the adults. It was the main room that they were led to next that took everyone’s breaths away and even caused the very exhausted Szayel to make a noise of appreciation.
“And here we have the main den,” Kisuke annoyed happily. “The other four doors lead to private suites so you can enjoy your mates company without an audience and outside of little eyes sights, but as you can see we set up a few nests and a couple of couches here for more easy entertainment.”
There were indeed a few nests of pillows and blankets with a couple of couches and chairs surrounding a coffee table, but it was what took up the rest of the very large room that had everyone’s attention, especially the cubs.
With identical squeals of delight, Cachorro and Hijastro squirmed out of the arms holding them and bolted for what had to be either the worlds largest Jungle Gym crossed with scratching posts or the worlds largest Cat House built to accommodate even a full grown tiger; depending on what way you wanted to look at it.
The floor was covered in thick mats so that if the cubs did somehow fall they would land softly, although in all honestly Ichigo was no more worried about the cubs falling then he was any other kitten climbing such an assembly. The only concern he had was Tesra and Yylofdt’s impending cub. Since they were both ungulates it was a good bet their cub would have hooves and not claws like Cachorro and Hijastro. Most of the lower levels had ramps and bridges with railings though so at least their cub would be able to play somewhat; until Cachorro and Hijastro climbed to the higher levels and out of reach.
As impressive as it was, Ichigo turned his attention to getting Szayel into the largest nest not far from the giant jungle gym, looking down in concern as his burden all but collapsed in a heap amongst the pillows, breathing heavily and clearly exhausted.
Tesra and Yylfordt disappeared into one of the side rooms, claiming one of the dens for themselves. Grimmjow moved over to the jungle gym, the cubs squealing in delight as they suddenly found themselves being hunted by the former Espada.
Ichigo couldn’t help but to smile and had to resist joining his mate and cubs as he made sure the last member of their pack was settled down comfortably. Szayel was barely settled into the nest before he was asleep once more, his entire posture showing just how exhausted he was. Black marks were even starting to form under his eyes.
Ichigo sighed and moved away to let the exhausted Arrancar get what sleep he could, moving over to where Kisuke was still standing by the door and the bags they had dropped at the entrance.
“I, thank you, this is wonderful,” Ichigo thanked him honestly. “Far better than we could have expected.”
“Your welcome,” Kisuke smiled at him. “I just wish we could have found some way by now to help your friend out there, but so far neither cub has accepted any of the substitutes we have tried,” Kisuke sighed.
“Hmm,” Ichigo agreed sadly, gaze once more going to the slumbering Arrancar, a gaze Kisuke followed.
“There is another room set up as a small clinic and a computer room for him, when he wakes up,” Kisuke added.
“Thank you, I’ll let him know if he gets more than four seconds to himself.”
“Well, enjoy your new home,” Kisuke smiled gaily at him before wandering off.
A squeal of delight from Cachorro pulled his attention back to the cubs and the Arrancar playing on the large jungle gym. With a wide smirk, he joined them, easily navigating the carpet covered wooden beams until he was above the oblivious trio.
With a smirk of anticipation, he leaped down to land on his mate’s back, letting Cachorro and Hijastro escape with squeals of delight into one of the little houses while Grimmjow cursed and struggled under him before finally shoving him off to land on a lower tier.
The game continued for about an hour, everyone changing sides as the mood fit until the cubs finally ran out of energy and curled up to sleep in one of the larger ‘houses,’ Cachorro nestled against Grimmjow while Hijastro nestled against Ichigo, who used his body to block the entrance of the little house.
“It’s hard to believe how much energy they have sometimes,” Ichigo commented, watching amused as both cub twitched in their slumber.
“Hmm,” Grimmjow agreed sleepily.
He had been the last one on ‘guard duty’ so he was fairly tired himself. It didn’t take long for both of them to also slip into slumber, joining the cubs and everyone else in dream land.
Finally, after days upon days of a guard always being active, the defences were down. Golden eyes opened and a delighted grin touched black lips shortly before a tongue rolled over them in hungry anticipation.
Sleep was such a precious thing, so precious that the others often silently exempted him from taking a turn at guard duty. It was relaxing to finally get some rest in such a large nest with the others far enough away that he could just feel the tingle of their reiatsu and not need to listen, or watch, as the other two couples took pleasure in each others company, a pleasure he himself had never had the chance to enjoy.
It bit at him sometimes, but it was helpfully mitigated by Ichigo’s concerned attentions. While not technically his Mated Alpha, the Hybrid was still his pack Alpha, and it was a relief to know he had that support, a support that extended to his cub.
Hijastro was stunning and he just knew she was going to be absolutely beautiful when she grew up. He would go through all of the pain and humiliation again if need be just to have the chance to meet her had he known what the end was going to bring. More so, he knew the pack would watch out for her, even if he was unable to right now.
The walk here had exhausted him deeply and it was just a sign as to how burnt out the cubs were making him that he hadn’t even protested nor felt weak and pathetic needing to lean against Ichigo to get here. Once determining both cubs were safe he had quickly drifted off to sleep, a sleep that was suddenly and nearly violently interrupted two hours later.
His eyes darted open in shock as a heavy body suddenly pinned his, a hand wrapping around his mouth to prevent any attempts at a cry for help. He struggled weakly against his assailant for only a moment before his mind was able to process who had him pinned down, at which point the froze completely.
“Hello Pretty Little Pet,” H’tsu purred quietly at him so his voice wouldn’t carry and possibly alert the others.
His first fear was for the cubs, and he quickly started to scan for them, his body relaxing just slightly as he discovered them both curled up and sleeping with the Alpha Pair. He was more worried about his own than Cachorro, for he knew H’tsu was beyond pleased with his King’s cub but had shown only distain for his own the one time he had seen her.
“Do you know how annoying and difficult it is to stand by and watch King fuck his little toy and never be permitted to play myself?” H’tsu questioned in a way that Szayel knew he wasn’t expecting an answer. “And than to top it off, he lets that other pair come in and go at it, all the while I get nothing and am even denied the right to play with my own toy, fairly cornered and claimed,” H’tsu snorted softly in agitation.
The clamp around his mouth had loosened just enough to permit him to speak if he desired, but he honestly didn’t desire to say anything that might set the violent hollow off so he wisely kept his mouth shut while he waited in a terrified trance to see what H’tsu wanted with him.
Hijastro had hatched, their mating essentially ended. If he’d been at even half strength he would have attempted to toss the creature off of him and alert the den to the danger, but he wasn’t. He was as helpless as a new born babe pinned underneath this creature. In this position it would be child’s play for H’tsu to snap his neck before he could even finish setting off an alarm, let alone anyone responding to it, and both of them knew it. He was completely trapped.
“What do you want?” he questioned silently, letting his eyes speak the question he didn’t dare voice aloud.
“What I want is my own toy, Pretty Little Pet, and I know just the way to get it,” H’tsu smirked evilly, closing the distance between them so his black lips were even with Szayel’s ear. “Either you obediently offer me your tail whenever I ask for it, or I will simply kill off the brat and put you back into prime and mate you again, hopefully this time resulting in a male instead of some worthless female.” H’tsu sneered.
Szayel’s entire body went ridged at the threat. How could any creature threaten to kill his own offspring? Despite himself his eyes darted to where Hijastro was, curled up and sleeping peacefully with the Alpha pair.
“Granted, I am beginning to wonder if you are worth breeding at all. Two miscarriages and than a worthless female,” H’tsu snorted.
His fear was briefly replaced by anger and pain, but it didn’t last long as H’tsu continued speaking.
“Of course you probably think Ichigo would be able to protect her, but let’s face it. Snapping her little neck would take nothing and once I mate you again King would have no choice but to let me out to fuck ya least it leave the den and his own offspring in danger,” H’tsu pointed out darkly. “Or even banish ya for the safety of the den,” H’tsu added with a wide smirk.
Szayel felt his entire body shiver and his muscles strained as he tried to push his assailant off, but he might as well have been trying to move a mountain. The hand clamped around his mouth again before he could let out any noise that might alert the others to his distress.
“I could suffocate her easily, after all so many infants die for no known reason. No one would even suspect,” H’tsu continued mockingly.
Tears pooled at the corner of his eyes as images of Hijastro’s dead body flashed before his eyes; some with nothing more than a floppy neck, others with her pristine, beautiful white fur dyed bright red with blood and her pink wings torn asunder.
His body went limp under H’tsu’s in silent surrender, but the tears continued to trickle down the side of his face.
“I knew you would see it my way,” H’tsu taunted as he finally removed his hand from Szayel’s mouth.
How could this happen? How could any Sire even think of killing his own offspring just to make a point? Sure there were times when the Sire might kill the cub, like if there was a defect of some sort, but Hijastro was perfect and stunningly beautiful. A true prize for a cub.
He didn’t resist as H’tsu grabbed his shoulders and turned him onto his chest before shoving three fingers into his mouth. He silently sucked them and lavished them with saliva before they were removed.
He couldn’t stop the soft whimper of pain from escaping as he was harshly prepared, and then quickly penetrated after less than a minute. It hurt, but at least nothing tore. One hand had clamped around his mouth again, insuring that there would be no accidental cries of pain to alert the others to what was going on.
He had no plans on alerting anyone anyhow. He did not want his daughter to see this, to witness the brutality of her own Sire. The only sound in the large room was H’tsu’s soft pants of pleasure in his ear and the very soft sound of their flesh meeting. He managed to keep most of the whimpers of pain at bay, firmly clamped down with fear for his off spring.
Finally, he felt H’tsu shudder in release while letting out a pleased noise as fluid was pumped into his body. He was definitely relieved that, as long as he still had Hijastro, it would be some time before he would need to worry about H’tsu being able to impregnate him again.
“Good pet, you are as wonderful as I remember,” H’tsu purred in his ear.
The hand around his mouth was removed and he flexed his jaw slightly.
“Clean yourself. I do not desire Ichigo, or the others, to know of this little…. liaison. Should they find out, well, there would only be one other way to insure I won’t be denied access to my pet,” H’tsu smirked, before suddenly disappearing.
Szayel shivered and slowly forced his way to his feet, stumbling a bit before making his way to the bathroom they had been shown earlier. He came damn close to punching the mirror out when he caught sight of what he looked like.
Defeated, weak, terrified with tears slowly running down his face. He hadn’t even realized he had been crying and he furiously wiped them away before turning on one of the shower heads and stepping under the scorching heat.
He scrubbed his skin raw, trying to get the feeling of H’tsu’s touch off of him, to scrub out the threats that echoed in his mind. Hijastro… he would do anything to protect her, his first successful offspring, even if it meant suffering further at the hands of that…. creature.
He had no one but himself to blame for his situation. He had been the one to foolishly split Ichigo’s soul apart and set the monster free, and now he was paying for it, in multiple spades. Never had one of his experiments backfire so spectacularly.
Forcing the thoughts away, he finished cleaning himself up before returning to the large den and crawling back into the nest to try and get some more rest, but his mind wouldn’t let him and the pain in his rear and lower back from H’tsu’s aggressive use of him didn’t help any either.
There had to be a way to glue Ichigo’s soul back together again, to insure that H’tsu couldn’t manifest anymore. He had pulled them apart surly he could find a way to put them back together again. There had to be a way, there just had to be.
Any further attempts at thought were cut off as he heard the cubs begin to stir and it wasn’t long before the two were eagerly climbing down the equipment to reach him. His eyes instantly went to his daughter, a strong feeling of relief flooding him to see her perfectly happy, if not hungry, as she trotted happily beside Cachorro on their way towards him to feed.
She made a noise of protest as he held her tightly, forcing back tears before forcing himself to release her so she could feed like Cachorro already was. If both cubs were awake than the Alpha Pair must be as well. He looked up to where the two still were but didn’t catch sight of them, but he didn’t need to. The shifting and twining of their reiatsu let him know easily enough that the two were busy paying attention to each other while the cubs were under his care.
He felt a flash of jealousy before turning it aside putting his attention back to the two cubs contently nursing from him. It was much better to focus on the very few positive things in his life than the large myriad of negative.
“What are you staring at?” H’tsu snapped as Zangetsu stared silently at him.
The stoic Zanpakuto Spirit didn’t answer, just continued to stare at him in disapproval. There was a chance that Zangetsu would rat him out, but H’tsu doubted it. Even though the other part of Ichigo’s soul didn’t agree with the method, he agreed with what the end result was meant to be.
Despite his words, H’tsu would never actually harm Hijastro, he had grown rather fond and pleased with his lovely daughter, but Szayel didn’t know that. The Arrancar was just a means to an end, and the only available target usable for his plan now that Grimmjow was back up to full strength and not so easy to target and subdue without gathering attention. Not to mention that Szayel was one Arrancar that he thoroughly enjoyed messing with and one he could release his own sexual frustrations upon.
Ichigo had been getting weak, once more forgetting this wasn’t a pack of his human friends, but rather one full of blood thirsty hollows. He was letting his mate take the top and was even offering him the odd bit or oral pleasure, despite H’tsu’s warnings and reminders what had happened last time the teen had been foolish enough to treat his mate as an equal.
If the teen didn’t stiffen up again he would find himself challenged for leadership and have his place as Alpha stolen. H’tsu refused to see that happen, so he did the only thing he could think of. He would rise Ichigo’s anger by bring up the most powerful of the teens strengths; his need to protect.
He wasn’t foolish enough to target the cubs, he honestly couldn’t harm them if he wanted to. But Szayel, ah yes, there was a target he could make suffer and enjoy doing it. Sooner or later Ichigo will notice that something is up, and than the teen should hopeful begin to investigate, to hunt. To follow his instincts and obey them the way he should be.
“Stop scowling at me Zangetsu,” H’tsu snarled as he marched away. “It’s not like I hurt him that much anyhow. He deservers much worse for what he did to us, even if you are all too damn soft to see it done,” H’tsu spat as he continued to march away.
“They are no longer just hollows,” Zangetsu pointed out. “He has suffered enough.”
H’tsu didn’t send back a retort, simply continued on his way. Zangetsu shook his head and silently promised to keep an eye on the situation least it get out of hand. He understood H’tsu’s motives, and agreed with the outcome, even if he didn’t agree with the method H’tsu was using to get to that outcome.
H’tsu is such a prick. I got a good amount of the next chapter done, so hopefully I will be able to finish it and update it on time, but no promises. Energy fluxes hourly and more often than not I am napping. Hopefully see you all next week.
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