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Comatose	By : ShadowedEcho Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2442 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three
Yours To Hold
Heuco Mundo was a moonlit desert. Everything was a shade of black, grey, or silver, the rays of the moon bleaching all color from even his silent escort. The Garganta they stepped through had brought them to an open plain, sandy dunes surged and dipped as far as Ichigo could see.
"We will be starting your training out in the open," Grimmjow informed him, "We have a fortress called Las Noches, but it would be a pain in the ass to replace all the broken down walls we would likely end up with. We will only head there if you manage to control yourself." He spoke gruffly, his eyes scanning the desert as they walked, searching for enemies as much as allies.
Ichigo scowled at the if, he was tired of those damn ifs, he needed to control his Hollow, so he would do it; there was no if.
Grimmjow saw the irritated expression, "Listen up Whelp, until you prove yourself to us, all you are is a task set by the man who created us. If you are so irritated by my attitude, than prove to me you deserve more."
"Well quit all the damn lead up and just get to it already! I hate this part. I know what needs to be done, and I have a vague idea how you are going to do it, so quit lecturing already, and start fighting!" Ichigo shouted as he lost his cool. He hated being talked down to, even more so coming from this arrogant ass.
"You are going to regret that," Grimmjow warned calmly, before landing a solid punch to Ichigo's gut, moving so fast Ichigo couldn't follow, let alone block.
Gasping for breath Ichigo kicked out at Grimmjow's bigger body, missing by a hair, turning back to charge head on, hand balled into a fist. Grimmjow evaded punch after punch, dodging kick after kick, landing as many hits as he avoided. In a brawl against humans Ichigo was a tough opponent, against Grimmjow he might as well have been punching a brick wall for all the damage he managed to inflict.
Ichigo was battered and bleeding by the time their fight was interrupted, "Grimmjow you weren't supposed to take him on yourself." The chastising voice was familiar, Ulquiorra, but once again Ichigo got the distinct impression the chiding was given out of habit, rather than any real belief that Grimmjow might change.
"The Whelp needed his first lesson," Grimmjow grumbled, walking away from the battered teen, shaking droplets of blood off his knuckles.
Ulquiorra looked down at the only vaguely conscious Visored, "We are supposed to teach him, not kill him."
Grimmjow shrugged, "Whether it's us or his Hollow, he never had any guarantee of survival. He asked me to quit the lectures and fight, so I did. Seems pretty straight forward to me."
Ulquiorra hauled the crumpled body over his shoulder like a lanky ragdoll, his small stature hiding his true strength from prying eyes, "We'd better get him patched up, he didn't know what he was asking for, and I doubt you attempted to correct his thinking. We have to deal with him carefully or we really will kill him before he can fight his Hollow." With that said, Ulquiorra began walking to their makeshift campsite.
"So this is the kid, looks like Grimmjow couldn't hold his temper again," Tia Harribel observed once the trio arrived. She was a female Arrancar, curvy, with spiky blonde hair and green eyes. Ichigo found it odd the woman had her jacket zipped up so high it completely covered the bottom half of her face.
"He asked for it," Grimmjow repeated, an edge of irritation to his voice.
She shook her head in annoyance, "And you just had to go along with it? No, don't answer that, I don't think I will like the answer. Look, none of us are exactly happy about this either, but going about it this way is not going to help."
"Stop it, he was just doing what I asked him," Ichigo's voice was a shocking interruption, despite the strained tone to it caused by his injuries, "I can take the pain, it was all the stupid talking I hated."
"See he even agrees with me!" Grimmjow was quick to point out, crossing his arms in front of him defensively.
"Look Boy, you may not like it, but if you don't know the basics of what we are doing, then there is no way you will make it. You can't just charge into any fight and expect to engage your Hollow. You have to draw him out, sink into yourself so deeply you are fighting him and us at the same time. Without that concentration all you will have is a pointless brawl." Tia pointedly ignored Grimmjow as she spoke sternly to Ichigo, at least her nick name was slightly less demeaning than Grimmjow's Whelp.
"Fine, I get it, can we just get on with it?" Ichigo grumbled pulling himself upright and shrugging off the slender hands trying to bandage the gashes left behind from Grimmjow's fists.
Ichigo got quite the shock when the response wasn't verbal, but a slap to the back of his head, only hard enough to injure his pride, turning swiftly he caught sight of shoulder length brunette hair, and stormy blue grey eyes, "Pipe down, heal, then fight," The newcomer's voice was deep, but had an almost sleepy quality to it.
"I see we managed to wake Sleeping Beauty over there," Grimmjow grumbled.
"How could anyone sleep with all this noise," Starrk mumbled, already settling back down in the spot he had been dozing in until he felt the need to intervene with the kid.
"Why did we bring him again?" Grimmjow asked rhetorically.
Ulquiorra answered him anyway, "Cause he is the Primera, and Urahara asked him to."
"Wait, Primera, what does that mean?" Ichigo butted into the exchange, that hadn't sounded like a name, more like a rank.
"Primera, the first, he is the highest ranked Espada," Tia filled him in.
"I thought you were Arrancar, what's an Espada?" Ichigo didn't like being confused, he may not be as big a bookworm as Ishida, but he usually knew what was going on. He was now completely lost.
Harribel resisted the urge to rub her temples, of course the boy would have questions, "We are Arrancar, but we are also Espada. The Espada are the top 10 strongest Arrancar, the most successful of Urahara's experiments. Well with one exception, Starrk over there was an Arrancar before Urahara found him, he was how Urahara found out it was possible for a Hollow to remove their mask and gain a Shinigami half."
Ichigo turned to the dozing brunette, no one could fall asleep that quickly, "Why did you help him, he catch you or something."
One eye peeked open, "I was bored, and lonely, he wanted to talk. I let him." A shrug of his shoulders and his eye closed again, fading back into his doze.
Ichigo blinked slowly a few times absorbing the information, "Okay so if he is the first, what are the rest of you?"
Harribel raised an eyebrow, "How about a little test, looks us over and try to tell which order we go in, you don't have to guess exact number but simply who is stronger than whom."
Ichigo gave himself a few minutes to think, what little he knew of them, and it wasn't much. He knew better than to underestimate her because of her gender, or Ulquiorra from his slender build. Grimmjow had a lot of bravado, but he had just beaten Ichigo into a pulp without a whole lot of effort. Ichigo was kind of hoping Grimmjow was high in the rankings just for that fact alone. "Alright, I am going to guess it is Grimmjow, you, than Ulquiorra."
He did not miss the disgusted look that flashed briefly over Ulquiorra's usually expressionless face, or the mocking laughter from Grimmjow, but he was most terrified over the woman's now predatory gaze. "Wrong. Very wrong. Shall we show him?"
Grimmjow was already turning around, raising up the edge of his jacket a few inches to show the gothic number six tattoo he bore, and Ichigo was kicking himself for not remembering it was there. Ulquiorra looked put out, but dutifully unzipped his jacket, only enough to show the small number 4 inscribed in the same gothic font on his chest. Ichigo's eyes bulged as Harribel reached for her zipper, that unzipped upwards, revealing the gothic three on the underside of her breast. "Grimmjow is the lowest rank here, yet you placed him at the highest next to Starrk, why?" She asked while closing up her jacket.
Grimmjow grinned and answered for him, "I can tell you why, he knew the truth, he just didn't want to admit he got his ass handed to him by someone not at the top of the pack."
They took Ichigo's scowl as confirmation that what Grimmjow said was right. "Ahh, don't get all sore, you'll get another shot," That was not the comforting reassurance it may have sounded like if it had come from anyone other than Grimmjow.
"Lesson One, when on the battlefield assume every single one of your opponents is stronger than you, saves you from surprises." Tia finished the lesson Grimmjow had started.
"How in the Hell am I supposed to fight if I go into every fight thinking I will lose?" Ichigo huffed.
"You are not listening at all," Ulquiorra took over before Harribel could get herself worked up enough to kill the brat, they needed to at least try to keep him alive. "She said assume they are stronger, not that you will lose. You can win against someone stronger, as long as you keep your head and don't underestimate them. More battles are won over skill, or sheer dumb luck, than by actual strength."
Ichigo stared, "I'm not sure which is worse, that you made sense, or that you just spoke the phrase sheer dumb luck."
Ulquiorra resisted the urge to growl at him, that was Grimmjow's gig, "Who did I piss off in a past life?" He muttered to himself, Starrk the closest one to him ended up with a slight up turn of his lips at that. "Yes both of those just happened. It made sense because I was right, and you don't know me yet, don't go thinking you know everything about what I will do or say." He was still a little irritated that Grimmjow was placed above him on Ichigo's list, well not really a little, more like a lot.
"Whelp, I would stop that if you don't want pummeled into the ground for a second time today," Grimmjow warned. "For once Starrk has the right idea, grab a few hours sleep, we will start fresh after that. Getting your inner clock synced with endless night can be a bitch."
Ichigo huffed, they were putting him off again, but he did have to admit the effect of darkness and his healing wounds did have him feeling a bit tired. Curling up into a ball on the sand, Ichigo allowed himself to fall into a light doze, nothing deeper, he knew better than to let his guard completely down while around potential enemies.
Thus when the far away sounds of fighting reached his ears he was up and looking around quickly. Rising up slightly he looked out across the black sand dunes, and on the plain further down a sight met his eyes that had his eyes widening and his pants grew tight.
That was definitely Grimmjow and Ulquiorra.
They weren't fighting.
Well not exactly.
They had been sparring with heavy punches and kicks, Grimmjow looked stronger, but Ulquiorra was faster, they were dealing equal damage. That was until Ulquiorra grabbed Grimmjow around his waist and threw him to the ground, pinning him down. That was surprising enough, though it really shouldn't have been since Ulquiorra was two steps above Grimmjow.
It's what happened next that caught Ichigo by surprise. Ulquiorra had crashed their lips together, so hard that had to have hurt. Grimmjow didn't seem to complain, if the feral grow was anything to go by. Clothes were shed quickly, Ichigo getting more turned on by the second. They rolled around in the sand, never breaking their kiss, but fighting for dominance. Grimmjow once again ended up on his back, with Ulquiorra straddling his hips. Their kiss finally did break, as Ulquiorra pushed himself down, and Grimmjow thrust upwards, Ulquiorra flung his head back with a loud cry. They started up a punishing pace that Ichigo couldn't take his eyes away from, the sounds filtering up to him turning him on as much as the sight.
"You'd think after so many years they would learn to be quieter," A grumpy voice cut through Ichigo's staring, turning towards Starrk with his face burning and a painfully hard problem he was momentarily startled to see both eyes open, unclouded by sleep. Eyes that were drilling into him, and not the two rutting out on the sand dunes, "Though it doesn't look like you mind," Starrk's simple observation made Ichigo flush even hotter, and he hadn't thought that was possible.
"I…Well… I, um… Well I don't know what to say," Ichigo gave up trying to search for a response.
Starrk's rumbling chuckle was only making Ichigo's problem worse, "A little shocked are we?"
Ichigo nodded not trusting his voice at the moment.
"Which part? That it's two males, or that it's those two specific males?" Starrk was a bit curious about the newcomer, he had a quick temper, was stubborn, but he would probably prove to be intelligent given time to absorb the shock of the situation.
Ichigo tilted his head, made the mistake of looking back to the couple on the sand, lost his train of thought at the biting and sucking Grimmjow was doing to Ulquiorra's pale skin, before finally tearing his eyes away to answer Starrk a few minutes later. "Those two specifically, and well, I'm a little confused on well, um," Ichigo couldn't force himself to finish, his blush was not going away any time soon.
"Position?" Starrk filled in helpfully, keeping his voice neutral, hoping the kid wouldn't spot the amused glint in his eyes.
Ichigo nodded again, "Yeah, I thought Ulquiorra was stronger than Grimmjow." He managed to finish a sentence, somehow that little victory made him feel a little less dense.
"He is," Starrk agreed, "But why does that matter? Right now he is in control, and Grimmjow knows it."
"I think I'm missing something," Ichigo admitted, risking another glance, regretting it soon after, when Starrk threw a rock at his head to get his attention again.
The Primera Espada had excellent aim, "I wouldn't have needed to do that if you'd been paying attention." Ichigo was rubbing his head where the small projectile had hit, "Now, what is it you are missing? Do you not understand how the one receiving pleasure is the one in control? You must be a virgin then."
Ichigo was pretty damn sure his whole body was burning up, a single beet red blush, that's all he was. "So what if I am?"
"Since you are so intent on them, look at them again, they don't care if someone sees. It's a power trip for Ulquiorra, because they both know he chose to receive. Grimmjow is only the giver because Ulquiorra lets him." Starrk wanted to see what Ichigo would do with the information.
The two were staring intensely at each other, eyes never blinking, in a contest of wills even as they thrust together. Ulquiorra's hands were clamped onto Grimmjow's shoulders, Ichigo wouldn't be surprised if the Sexta was bleeding from the grip. Grimmjow didn't break the staring contest, until he rose up and pressed another bruising kiss to those darkly shaded lips, fisting his hands in Ulquiorra's silky black hair. One hand released the hold on black locks, sliding between them to grip Ulquiorra's straining need. Ichigo watched a trickle of dark liquid stream down Grimmjow's chin, did Ulquiorra just bite his lip? Yes, he did.
Ichigo bit down on his own lip, a low moan escaping him at the sight, eyes riveted on the coupling, totally forgetting he was being watched too. Of course, no one bothered to warn him the Primera's strongest asset was his speed. One second Starrk was lounging across the campsite, less than a heartbeat later, warm breath ghosted across Ichigo's neck, and teeth nibbled at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
A shocked gasp escaped him, even as every nerve in his body set itself on fire simultaneously. "What are you doing?" He asked shakily.
"Lesson two, there is power in submission," The words were whispered into the shell of his ear, those teeth attacking the skin there, "In taking control by allowing yourself to be taken." Slender fingers trailed down Ichigo's chest, burning even through the black cloth.
Ichigo felt himself arching into the touch, unable to deny himself the pleasure, feeling a bit ashamed such simple touches were affecting him so much, especially coming from a person he had met not three hours before. "I barely know you," He protested weakly, not pulling away from the blazing hand or the nibbles returned to his sensitive neck.
"So? When it comes to intimacy, the only one you have to answer to is yourself. You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't enjoying my touch." His hand trailed a little lower, but not edging past the younger male's navel, he wasn't ready for that.
"I shouldn't" Ichigo mumbled, turning his head away, but still pressing himself against those questing fingertips. It was embarrassing, but damn, did it feel good.
Starrk's lips grazed his ear, warm breath tickling him, "You can touch me."
Ichigo turned his head back to Starrk, finding their faces mere inches apart. He raised a hesitant hand, Starrk holding still, letting Ichigo do what he wanted. The hand crept towards his face, but seemed to lose courage and instead traced along the mask fragment circling his neck like a thick choker.
It felt cool and smooth, like old bleached bone, and Ichigo wondered what his own mask would feel like once he got it under control. From the mask, he moved up to run a hand down Starrk's strong jaw and lightly haired chin, seeing those piercing blue eyes close at the contact made Ichigo get a little bolder, now running a finger along his lips.
Starrk was enjoying his innocence. He knew from observing this boy was powerful, and from Kisuke's stories he hadn't even grazed his true potential yet, even with earning Bankai in an astonishing two days. Urahara himself took three, and he invented the technique. It was good to know the young man wasn't jaded into asexuality, or driven to sexual accesses. He enjoyed touch, but thought about the consequences. Altogether, Starrk was glad he had put aside his usual standoffishness when Grimmjow and Ulquiorra's loud coupling had created the opportunity. He had to thank them later.
Especially when Ichigo's searching fingertips were replaced by lips. Soft and a bit unsure, but a bolder move than the solitary Espada had been expecting. Starrk put his arm around Ichigo, pulling him closer, keeping the kiss light, but showing he was enjoying it.
"Humph, Starrk, always knew you were fast, didn't know that went for fucking as much as fighting." Grimmjow's voice had the effect of a bucket of ice water dropping over Ichigo, and he scrambled backwards a few feet.
Starrk turned a dark glower to the half-dressed Sexta, "Grimmjow, next spar, you die." Was all he said as he returned to the spot he had been napping in earlier, knowing the moment was over with Ichigo. For now anyway.
Ichigo for his part was looking anywhere but at Starrk, so his gaze landed on the smooth flesh of Grimmjow's muscled torso now streaked with blood from Ulquiorra's nails, and a trickle of the same substance still stained his chin from his bitten lips. Ulquiorra was a few steps behind him, his jacket on, zipping it up as he walked, but Ichigo didn't miss the markings on the brunette being hastily hidden under white cloth.
"Oh for the love of, even Starrk's awake, do any of you know what the word sleep means?" Harribel demanded, the voices had kept pulling her out of sleep, she had been fighting it, but they would just not be quiet.
"They started it," Ichigo grumbled, embarrassed for more than one reason now.
"You watched?" Grimmjow asked cockily, an arrogant grin plastered on his face. Ulquiorra didn't react much, just a slight tensing, and an irritated glint in his eyes.
Ichigo glared at the attitude, "Not like I had much choice, you two were loud, I thought someone was getting attacked."
The grin widened, "They were, but some people enjoy attacking, or being attacked."
"I could tell," Ichigo was trying to hide his embarrassment, and arousal, by maintaining a cool don't really care kind of attitude, but didn't think he was very successful. This was one area he didn't have much experience controlling himself in.
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow, "Looked like someone else was enjoying the chase."
Ichigo couldn't force back the damn blush, he really needed to learn to control that. He once again tried to play it off, "I don't know what you're talking about," Which wasn't really a denial, more of a side-step.
Both eyebrows rose at that, "Whelp, Starrk is too lazy to spar normally. If he is issuing death threats, you know damn well what I'm talking about," Maybe that would appease the Primera. Grimmjow enjoyed a good fight, he didn't really like being massacred, and Starrk could do it if he wanted to. If Starrk had chosen the Whelp, he would at least attempt to beat it into him the oddity of Starrk showing interest.
Ichigo risked a glance over to the man he had just impulsively given his first kiss to, only to find him dozing again, though Ichigo honestly doubted it was true sleep. Just like earlier, no one could get to sleep that fast. Was it really so odd for Starrk to approach someone that Grimmjow felt the need to comment on it? Apparently, yes, it was that odd.
"I don't care who started it, or who enjoyed what with whom, but if you guys don't quiet down now you will find yourselves drowning where you stand," Harribel threatened, irritated for both being woken, and that they were messing with the kid they had to teach, Urahara would not be happy if they gave him back a broken toy.
Ichigo used that as a way to avoid responded to Grimmjow, turning away from the blue haired Arrancar, and curling up to try to get back to sleep. Which wouldn't be easy, his problem had gone down a bit with the shock of Grimmjow interrupting them, but it was still enough of an issue as to be uncomfortable. Doing his best to ignore it, he forced himself to fall into a fitful sleep.
Tomorrow they would be bringing out his Hollow and it would be Hell.
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