The Real King | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13 |
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Large and Small Spaces
Grimmjow had to admit, Kisuke, for all his faults, sure knew how to build ‘em. The cubs were completely lost the moment they saw their much larger new and improved jungle gym. It was easily twice the size as the old one and more than big enough to let a large number of adults join in on the fun. In fact, looking at it now, it could easily be used as a training tool.
“Perfect. Saves us the time of building the training device for the cubs. A few tweaks and we can do their naming ceremony,” he thought pleased.
Nel and Yukina had fallen into the pack of cubs rather quickly and easily. There were several scuffles at first as a new tier of dominance was worked out, but none of the scuffles required adult intervention and barely an hour had passed before they all seemed to work out who stood where. Exactly as he had predicted, and not just because of parental pride and difference, Cachorro had maintained his dominance over the cubs. His son was going to be a strong leader one day, a true Alpha. With the size of Las Noches his son might not even have to go far when he was ready to strike out on his own and form his own pack. It wouldn’t be the first time a few packs shared a hunting ground in alliance.
Kurosaki, curse the bastard, was right. They were definitely no longer just hollows. And while a fair amount of their customs and rituals remained, a fair amount had changed to reflect the Shinigami part of their souls. Actually, when he really thought about, if anything, more had been added thanks to their new heritage as opposed to abandoned or changed.
The other adults were meeting and talking, exchanging information on how raising their own cubs had gone as well as fretting over what it meant now that Kurotsuchi was on the lose. The only ones missing from that large gathering were Karin and Yylfordt. He could detect them not too far away. More than close enough for Yylfordt to respond to any alarm and even positioned in such a way they were technically guarding a potential attack vector. Good. He wouldn’t need to reprimand his subordinate for failing in his diligence. Yylfordt’s quiet acceptations back into the Alpha Pair’s good graces was the only apology he was going to get for them jumping on him for failing his duty when it had been his turn to guard the den. Since the attack had happened inside, they were technically all really at fault and he really didn’t like to dwell on that.
‘Should be interesting to see how he adjust to no longer being so high up,’ Grimmjow mused.
With the addition of Harribel’s pack into their own, Yylfordt had dropped down the ladder a bit, now standing behind Harribel and Gants, Grimmjow refused to use the entire long ass, ridicules name of Gantenbainne, even in his mind. Seriously, who the hell named their kid something so bloody ridicules? The idiot would be dead before you could even finish his bloody name, let alone anything resembling ‘watch out’ or ‘duck.’
‘Probably how he died in the first place,’ he thought amused.
Anyhow, back to Yylfordt. His former fraccion had always been rather high up, standing proudly in the third slot for so long, even technically in this pack, that being pushed back into the middle of the pack might take a bit of adjusting. Although, judging by the way he had been hovering over Karin lately, Grimmjow doubted Yylfordt was even thinking about things like pack positions and was more likely thinking about things like courtship.
While physically much weaker than Yylfordt, even more so than even Tesra was, Karin was not someone Yylfordt could just pull into a battle and mount when he subdued her. Oh no, doing so would get him castrated, if he was lucky and Ichigo was in a good mood. Instead, he had to approach Karin as if she was stronger than him, which with the overwhelming power of Ichigo as her technical weapon, she was. It was rare that lower powered hollows courted someone higher in power, it was a dangerous thing to do after all since if the sought for Alpha wasn’t amused the Beta would end up as lunch, but it did happen. It usually occurred if the previous Beta had mated with his or her target before and desired more offspring when the more powerful Alpha was not interesting in mating at the time. There were also the odd case where a weak hollow would court a stronger one in the hopes that bearing their offspring would give them protection for the period of time it would take to have and raise the cub and, if the Beta was lucky, be accepted into the Alpha‘s graces afterwards.
Neither was the case here of course. But, once again, the side that was their Shinigami soul was poking through. Of course, with the addition of Harribel’s pack and three viable hollow females to pick and choose from, Yylfordt might switch his focus to one of them instead, but somehow Grimmjow doubted it. Those three could be rather irritating at times, granted they may have changed in the last five years or so. There was also the fact that it was Karin’s personality that had originally attracted Yylfordt to her, not her power, even if she was slowly coming into it like her brother had at her age.
He doubted she would be whipping around a Bankai anytime soon though, let alone a Zanpakuto of her own. There was no need for her to go through the crash course, highly dangerous training Ichigo had in order to survive. No Karin had the time to come into her powers naturally, and that was what they were going to let her do.
Grimmjow turned his attention away from that couple for now, content with how things were progressing and what effect it might have on his pack, and towards the larger gathering of adults. Yuzu was a rather shy person, but she was standing beside Tesra and the two former Omega’s, whose rolls had been replaced with Nel’s ’brothers,’ were talking with the rest in a comfortable manner. Yuzu actually seemed rather interested in the conversation and, while she had been ill at ease at first, was now talking to the rest comfortably. There was no sign of dominance stress anywhere, and that was good. That meant there was a good chance this merger would work and the two new Omega’s had taken to their role easily, no doubt because they had held that place in Harribel’s pack.
Tesra, for his part, seemed happy to have moved forward in the pack a little and Yuzu hardly seemed to notice she’s gained new status. While technically, in the animal kingdom at least, the two Omega’s were female and male, once again their hollow heritage was poking through here. After all, there was no physical male/female traits until one became a Vasto Lorde, or were turned into an Arrancar. So for hollow’s it was very common to see two ‘male’ Omegas in larger packs.
“If there is going to be stress anywhere, it’s probably going to be between Harribel and I,” he mused.
Harribel, as reluctant as he was to admit it, was stronger than him. If not for his place as Ichigo’s mate, he would be below her, which actually wouldn’t be anything new to him. He had been a lot lower from her when Aizen had still ruled over them. In all honestly, being below Harribel hadn’t bother him too much since she had never lorded her power over him, let alone anyone else; unlike certain green eyed bastards he could think of. The real question was going to be if Harribel could stand being beneath him. Somehow, he didn’t think there would be much of an issue. Harribel was, by far, the most ‘human’ of them all. As long as her girls were safe and they were all treated well, she would be content. She had never been one to involve herself in power plays. So as long as he respected her and didn’t try to lord his position over her, she would be content.
Speaking of Harribel, she was just returning with Kisuke in tow. He wasn’t surprised Ichigo hadn’t returned. If all went well his mate should start nesting soon. Grimmjow knew his mate so well now that he would have honestly been surprised if Ichigo had left Szayel alone after everything that had just happened. No, for the next week or so Ichigo would not be leaving Szayel, or the two girls, unattended. In all honesty, it was going to be a while before he let his cubs out of sight himself.
“Ichigo wishes to extend his invitation, and warnings, to those hovering on the boarder,” Harribel announced as everyone turned to acknowledge the returning duo.
“Give them the warning, and let them know of his offer, but warn them they have to think about it for the next two weeks before they can attempt to join us,” Grimmjow stated firmly.
This was a little bit of hollow politics that Ichigo was ill equipped to deal with. They had already just shuffled the pack once with the absorption of Harribel’s pack. It would be best to let the displays of dominance and position jockeying settle down a bit first before introducing more outsiders. In two weeks both Szayel and Ichigo would have laid their eggs, and the hollow half of Ichigo’s power would be well on the way of recovery, if not fully recovered since it would be getting boosts from his other parts. Szayel would be recovering as well. The stronger and more unified of a front Ichigo showed them, the more they would be willing to follow him without problems.
Harribel nodded her head in agreement with his statement, no doubt having planned on doing something similar anyhow. She did, however, bring up one thing he hadn’t considered.
“What if they have cubs?” she questioned.
It was unlikely, but possible. Without Aizen around lording over them, not to mention the lack of a looming war, it was entirely possible that some of them might have started breeding. Not like there was much more to do in Hueco Mundo other than fight and fuck, especially since they were now on the top of the food chain and no longer needed to hunt to gain more strength, merely hunt for dinner.
“If they have cubs, tell them they can join in three days,” he offered.
Three days would be ample time to get most of the dominance issues out, and those who successfully had and raised cubs tended to be less confrontational and more likely to fit into a pack. The thought of protection for their offspring would make them much more mellow and patient.
“Or, if they have any news on that fuck face Kurotsuchi, they can approach whenever,” he added with a growl.
Harribel nodded and exited, no doubt to speak to the Arrancar he could detect hovering on the far fringes of his senses. They were all at the appropriate ‘I am here, curious and might want to meet but desire to pose no threat’ range. They, in turn, would pass the message along to others they held alliances or tolerances with.
Grimmjow checked on the cubs again, noticing the youngest were finally starting to tire out and even the older cubs had worked off most of their energy. It should be relatively easy to round the brats up now, relatively being the key word. It was amazing how quickly cubs could get a surge of energy when they decided they really didn’t want a nap.
“Now would be a good time to show the rest of us the ready quarters and to get the cubs down for a nap,” he declared loud enough for everyone, even Yylfordt and Karin, to hear.
“Of course,” Kisuke smiled at him and gave a little bow. “If you would like to gather your off spring, I can show you to the quarters that are ready and secured.”
The cubs were a lot more cooperative this time, as they had worked off a lot of energy. In fact, almost all of them were being carried with the exception of Nel, even though she looked ready for a nap herself. Yuzu was holding his daughter while Karin packed Hijastro. Cachorro was sitting on his shoulder, and damn if his oldest wasn’t getting to damn big and heavy to be doing that anymore, while he held the other two males nestled in an arm each.
Nel was something he was still trying to wrap his brain around. She wasn’t actually a cub, and after her battle with Nnoitra she had even regained most of her memories. Briefly, he wondered if Orihime could heal the damage done to her. He had seen the human woman do some pretty amazing shit with her powers, including return his arm after Tousen had slice it off and incinerated it. Not a fond memory. Now that they had found Nel, there was the opportunity to see if something could be done. She would be much more useful to them as an adult than a cub. He made a mental note to bring it up with Ichigo.
Kisuke showed them the corridor of rooms, and even the beautiful nursery for the cubs. For now though, so soon after Kurotuschi’s attack and with the bastard still running at large, everyone opted for the cubs to remain with their respective parents. Being the present Alpha, he made sure the rest of the pack was settled in before entering the room Kisuke had indicated was theirs.
Since Kisuke hadn’t been expecting such a large pack, only six rooms were ready. Tesra took one with his cub. Nel shared one with her brothers. Gants, he still refused to use that full ridicules name, took one with his little family. Harribel’s remaining former fraccion claimed one. That left one more spare one and the master den. Karin had insisted the last den be left for Harribel, since she was only going to be a temporary guest here anyhow. In all honesty, Grimmjow was fairly positive that she was just using that as an excuse to stay close to Yylfordt because the others had tried to make it clear that Harribel wouldn’t mind sharing with the girls for the few days Karin planned on remaining.
“Granted, Ichigo’s expecting those Shinigami friends of his and they will need a place to sleep,” he mused.
With the others settled down, Cachorro and Hijastro were walking now while he held the three, yawning triplets, not an easy feat and one that had taken some time to work out. Yuzu had remained with Kisuke and was heading back to the living world while Karin had opted to den down with Yylfordt using the excuse that only so many rooms had been ready.
“Might want to neglect to tell Ichigo that part,” he noted.
He trusted Yylfordt not to do something that would piss Ichigo off and Karin needed all the support she could get right now. It would probably be for the best if she did stay close to Yylfordt for now, at least until she could get over the incident that was bothering her. She was comfortable with him and he saw no reason to interfere as the relationship seemed to be helping her get over her distress, and that was all that mattered.
The Master Den was far larger, and much nicer, than the old one he’d been using for years. Hell, it might have once been Aizen’s personal quarters and it was only fitting that Ichigo, being the one who defeated him, would claim them. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Szayel and Ichigo sleeping, the first curled up defensively in a corner and the second in a guarding position on the edge of the small nest clearly intended for the nursemaid. Ichigo stirred the moment the door opened, but Szayel, in his exhausted state, remained asleep.
Grimmjow set the triplets down and all five cubs pranced towards their father. Ichigo made sure to give each one a hug or pet as they passed him and proceeded to curl up with the Natural Beta in the corner he was hiding in. Szayel stirred a bit as he suddenly found himself swarmed by sleepy cubs, but he was quickly asleep again after changing his position so that he had physical contact with them all, especially Hijastro. It was almost impossible to see him under the pile of cubs curled up with him now.
Ichigo moved over to their own nest as Grimmjow tossed his clothing aside and joined him. Ichigo removed his own clothing and started to shift the blankets and pillows about, a frown on his face as he tried to make their nest comfortable and to his liking. Grimmjow couldn’t help but to smirk, recalling doing the very same thing when he had been so close to laying. In fact, if he was lucky, Ichigo would become just as lethargic as he had and he would be able to return some digs and torments; such as the infamous ‘dear lord it’s bath time.’
It took a good ten minutes before Ichigo was finally happy with the way their nest was arranged and Grimmjow curled up against him. Their combined body heat quickly warmed up the cold blankets.
“So, what do you think so far?” Ichigo questioned.
“I think your freak of a Shinigami friend did an okay job with this place. In fact, the new jungle gym is easily large enough to give Cachorro, Hijastro and Ternero their right of passages. A few tweaks from Szayel when he wakes up and we can probably do it in the next few days or so. It would be something to look forward to and take our minds off of the fucking bastard still running about,” Grimmjow snarled in anger.
The very thought of Kurotsuchi had his blood boiling in such a way that it almost reminded him of the overwhelming obsession he’d once had to beat his mate into the ground when Aizen had still been running the show. Only, in this case, Grimmjow wasn’t looking for a good fight so much as he was hoping for a very, very bloody massacre. Preferably a long one that lasted several hours.
“Harribel is out spreading our invitation of sanctuary. I told her that, unless if they had cubs, that they were to really think about it for two weeks before approaching us for a position. That will give time for everyone here to settle into their pack rolls before adding more tempers, and for the eggs to be laid.”
Ichigo nodded his head in agreement with the decision and that made him just a little bit proud that his Alpha approved. Ichigo tended to do some fairly erotic things to him when the pack Alpha was appeased, and he was definitely not opposed to getting any of that kind of attention. With everything that had been going on they hadn’t had time to really get it on.
“You know,” Ichigo suddenly purred into his ear, sending a shiver up his spine and a heat wave down the other way towards his groin, “it has occurred to me that you have been a very supportive, well behaved Arrancar.”
“Oh?” he questioned, hating how his voice sounded off already.
“Yes,” Ichigo’s mouth suddenly latched onto his throat and he felt himself shiver with anticipation. “And good Arrancar get rewards.”
“What kind of rewards?” he questioned, even though he already knew the answer and it was making his formally flaccid length quickly stiffen, a stiffening that was only encouraged further by Ichigo’s fingers suddenly carding their way through the nest of blue curls that surrounded it.
“The good kind,” Ichigo purred.
“The cubs and nursemaid?” he questioned reluctantly, knowing that Ichigo preferred to keep their mating private and not really wanting to remind him they were not alone. However, failure to remind him could result in a rather unpleasant situation afterwards, or worse, if they were interrupted.
“Well asleep, and not likely to wake up anytime soon, unless,” those fingers ceased brushing through his curls and wrapped deliciously around his fully awakened arousal, “you can’t keep your voice down and wake them.”
He bit back a moan as those deft and calloused fingers started to pump him, the thumb working it’s way torturously over the head and spreading about the small amount of precum that was already leaking out. Ichigo’s tongue, lips and teeth started a slow assault of his neck and before he even knew it he was laying on his back, thrusting his hips lightly into the hand wrapped around him with his head thrown back in supreme submission while Ichigo attacked his throat. Ichigo’s other hand tangled in his hair and the fingers attached to said hand assaulted his scalp. If he could purr, he would be doing so now, and very loudly.
Ichigo continued the assault for some time before shifting and straddling him. He hardly noticed, but he did notice when the fingers that had once been massaging his scalp were suddenly wet with lube and probing his entrance. He wanted to snarl a bit, remind Ichigo that, until the Hybrid laid that egg, he was technically the Alpha, but any thought of such things quickly left his brain as that finger wormed it’s way in and found the little bundle inside of him that caused his hips to jerk.
Oh yeah, that was why he didn’t mind it when Ichigo was on top. All he had to do way lay back and float in pleasure without needing to do any work at all. While most Alphas preferred attentive Betas and cared only for their own pleasure, Ichigo was the only Alpha he’d ever known that paid so much attention to his Beta that it was damn well worth submitting. Why fight such blinding pleasure? With Ichigo as an Alpha he didn’t have to work at all and the only thing that he had to give up was the right of penetration. And, something he still reluctantly admitted, Ichigo was so talented that it was honestly far more pleasurable to be the one penetrated rather than being the one on top. He now had tastes of both sides of the coin, and while his Alpha side wanted to be on top, every other last bit of his body and soul thoroughly enjoyed being on the bottom and basically told that other small voice to fuck off.
He also, as much as he hated to admit it, enjoyed being pregnant, of feeling the growing ball of reiatsu form inside of him and know that here it was, his cub. After so many failures in the past, he was now surrounded by cubs with a future prospect of many, many more coming his way.
A sharp nip on his neck turned his thought back towards the pleasure his body was experience as Ichigo worked it, knowing exactly where every last one of his buttons were. Another finger had slid easily inside of him, preparing him for the much larger part of Ichigo’s anatomy that would be inside of him soon. Those fingers, now thrusting and scissoring inside of him at a growing rate of speed, would pause on occasion to rub and torment his prostate. Ichigo’s other hand continued to pump his shaft, thumb assaulting the head. Sweat was quickly covering his body and he let out a little whimper of pleasure. The sound seeming to echo loudly in the large room simply because he was, vaguely at this point, aware of the pile of cubs barely five feet away on the other side of the thin screen.
Ichigo finally paused as the whimper was released. After a moment, Ichigo pulled away from him, and he found another little whimper escaped his throat as cold air brushed over his heated body and his insides felt suddenly empty. Even in a lust induced haze, Ichigo did not forget to wrestle up a condom. After all, it would really suck to have him get knocked up right now. It didn’t take very long for Ichigo’s practiced hands to roll the rubber on before grabbing his legs and resting them on the Alpha’s shoulders.
Ichigo smirked at him, golden eyes looking down at him in a clear display of lust, power and dominance that sent a shiver through Grimmjow’s entire body and reminded him, yet again, why he enjoyed submitting himself to the hybrid.
Ichigo entered him in one, quick thrust, as usual never failing to hit the nail right on the head and causing his back to arch in mind blowing pleasure. Ichigo didn’t give him time to get use to the intrusion either and started a fast and brutal pace that screamed primal lust. He loved every second of it as his body was assault with pleasure. It was so very hard not to scream out in pure bliss and he clamped his mouth onto Ichigo’s arm, the one resting by his head to help support the body pounding into him. Blood flowed into his mouth as his teeth broke the skin, but Ichigo hardly seemed to mind, nor did he mind as Grimmjow’s nails dub deep into his shoulders in a vain effort to further ground himself from the blinding pleasure Ichigo was lavishing upon his body.
He had never mastered the ability to hit Ichigo’s prostate dead on every single thrust, granted he had considerably less practice as he had only been able to top Ichigo a handful of times since the start of their relationship. Ichigo, though, had always seemed to be able to nail him dead on, every time, since the start. A part of him resented that, the rest just cheered in glee as pleasure raced over his body.
Ichigo leaned back a bit and brought the hand not attached to the arm Grimmjow’s fangs were imbed in, in between them to wrap around his length. He hadn’t noticed Ichigo dip that hand into the jar of lube, but he definitely had, and worse, the jar of lube Yoruichi had made a habit of getting them every Christmas since the first. His groin was suddenly alit with pleasurably fire and his seed sprayed across both of their chests after barely five strokes of Ichigo’s hand. His body jerked with his release, fangs and claws digging even deeper into Ichigo’s flesh.
Ichigo didn’t stop thrusting into him, even as he was milked and the product now glistened wetly on their stomachs. In fact, Ichigo didn’t even release his heavily deflated shaft and kept on stroking it. He was breathing really heavily now, so heavily the sounds of his harsh breathing through his nose, on account of his mouth still latched to Ichigo’s arm, was probably louder than any moans he was making. With the determination that had seen Ichigo triumph over so many opponents, Grimmjow was worked up into another erection. Ichigo suddenly released his legs and flipped him around, completely ignoring the lacerations such a move created as his claws were wrenched from the place where they had imbedded themselves into Ichigo’s shoulders. He was pulled up to his knees but he refused to let go of the latch he had on Ichigo’s arm and that forced his chest against the bottom of the nest. Once in the new position, Ichigo continued his pace and his free hand wrapped once more around Grimmjow’s arousal, slicked with even more of that accursed, delightful, devil cream.
He was breathing harshly now and he could see the sweat rolling beads down both of their bodies. The heat between his legs was becoming unbearable and he knew he was damn near ready to burst again. Fingers were suddenly combing through his hair before grabbing tightly and, with a painful yank, his teeth were torn from Ichigo’s arm as Ichigo jerked his head up and sank his own teeth into Grimmjow’s neck. He lost it right there and spilled his seed beneath him with Ichigo squeezing every drop from him. He let out a roar of pleasure, completely forgetting about the rest of their den mates.
Ichigo’s teeth sank more harshly into his neck and he felt the body against his join him in convulsions. For a moment they remained like that, Ichigo mounted on top of him with teeth latched sharply onto his throat while he kneeled there with his back arched and his bloodied mouth wide open at the end of his roar. Then they both collapsed in exhaustion, and both licked the blood from their lips. Ichigo returned his mouth to Grimmjow’s neck and began to lick and lap up the blood from the deep bite, soothing the wound.
After Ichigo had pulled out of him and disposed of the condom that made sure he didn’t end up with a belly full of cub, Grimmjow was offered the mangled flesh of Ichigo’s arm where his own teeth had latched on. The flesh was pretty mangled, Ichigo’s own fault and he felt no remorse for it. He set about soothing the wound with his own tongue, delightfully enjoying the taste of Ichigo‘s blood as the flavour of it flooded his mouth and delighted his taste buds.
“You two are impossible and I demand a soundproof divider,” Szayel’s exhausted, yet amused, voice declared from out of sight.
“The cubs?” Ichigo questioned sleepily.
“Miraculously slept through that,” Szayel answered. “Or are at least pretending to,” he added.
“Good. Go back to sleep,” Ichigo ordered.
Szayel didn’t speak again, no doubt intending to do just that. As for them, they desperately needed a shower, just as soon as they caught their breaths. On second thought, maybe the shower could wait until after a nap. Napping sounded really good right now. If they napped first they would have the energy to do more than just shower. Yeah, that sounded like a really good idea, and never mind he doubted his legs would support him after those mind blowing orgasms.
Hope you all enjoyed the sex. Been a little while since they had a chance to get it on.
Next Chapter: No clue, haven’t written it yet.
See you all either in POV2 or when I get time to write and post the next Chapter.
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