Prize of Victory | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87205 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8 |
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Warnings: Sex.
Winter’s Sun
With the perimeter system fully in place and the absence of any sign of an insect larger than an inch, the patrols Aizen demanded from his Arrancar had become more reasonable; especially after Nanao had gotten the civilian patrols set up and going with the assistance of the district leaders.
As such there was a bit more relaxation once again, giving the Arrancar some free time. Free time to rest up their weary bodies from the unreasonable patrols. Free time to spend time with the ones they had taken an interest in.
“That’s my girl," Grimmjow complimented as Ajuga bounded back to them on all fours, a rabbit dangling from her mouth.
Ajuga still didn’t walk upright, but she was starting to stand up when she wanted to reach something or asked to be picked up. Her speech was coming along nicely as well; thanks mostly to Szayel’s insistences she speak right.
Grimmjow and Karin both swore the only reason Ajuga still called Szayel ‘Szay’ was because she knew it drove him nuts. It had become a bit of a nickname for the scientist.
Ajuga came to a stop before her father, chest puffed out in pride and beaming happily as she dropped the dead rabbit at their feet.
“Looks like we will be having rabbit for dinner tonight," Karin smiled.
It was still unnerving to see her daughter bouncing about with dead things hanging from her mouth, but she didn’t want to confuse the girl by scolding her while her father was praising her.
They had presented Ajuga with her own room just the other day and the girl had been thrilled. Jushiro had let her rummage through the unused guest rooms to find things to fill it with and Ajuga and Hana had spent the entire day setting it up.
Karin had to admit she was impressed as Ajuga sat their beaming up at her parents in pride. A rabbit was a far cry from the mice or insects she had been hunting, but Ajuga had patiently hunted the rabbit down with excellent skill. Karin was still trying to figure out where Ajuga got so much patience’s from, because it certainly wasn’t from her father.
“Ajuga-chan, please," Karin stopped her daughter as she started to try and eat the dead thing.
Her daughter looked up at her abashed.
“Mama, is what Papa and I am bother you?" she asked sadly and hesitantly, as if afraid of the answer.
“No," Karin quickly assured her, “it’s just that there are so many diseases that animals carry and I don’t want you getting sick by picking one up. I am just as proud as your Father is at your hunting prowess, but please cook and sanitize your meals before you eat it,” she ordered.
“Oh," Ajuga picked the rabbit back up and dropped it at her feet. “Mama cook?”
Karin sighed while Grimmjow laughed, but at least it was a start.
“Alright, Mama will cook, but not right now. How about we make it for dinner tonight and you can share with Hana-chan?” she offered.
Ajuga seemed pleased with that.
“Ya. I hunt for everyone,” she promised.
And with that her daughter was gone, bounding on all fours back into the park to find more game to hunt.
Grimmjow just laughed again and followed after his daughter at a leisurely pace.
“I swear if she somehow manages to tag a deer, you are dragging it home," Karin snorted, picking the dead rabbit up and following after them.
“Deer huh," he mused.
“Absolutely not," Karin said firmly. “Unlike a rabbit they have hooves and horns. I do not want to see my daughter eviscerated.” The mental image of her daughter covered in her own blood that came to mind was enough to make her shiver.
“Relax, with her innate hierro a deer couldn’t hurt her if it tried, but while she is busy hunting that does give us a bit of alone time," he smirked, moving quickly and pinning her against a tree.
“Oh, you are letting her out of your sight?” Karin questioned, all to aware of how protective he was of his offspring.
“You can see her just fine and the park is safe enough," he countered.
“A park’s a little public, don’t you think?” Karin breathed as she found herself flush against his body.
“Just shows the others I own you," he smirked, nuzzling the side of her neck.
“You mean I own you," she countered, dropping the rabbit.
Karin buried her hands under his jacket and ran them up his back. The tight feel of his muscles under her fingers always left her legs feeling a bit weak.
“Call it even," he whispered into her ear.
“Oi, you two at least want to take that to a bush,” a voice snapped in mocking irritation.
Grimmjow growled in annoyance and shot a glare at the one who had interrupted them.
“Lilinette," he growled.
Karin had to force herself not to chuckle as they both turned their attention to the young Arrancar.
“What?" she asked innocently. “If you don’t want to be disturbed than don’t do it in the middle of a park trail,” she taunted.
“Is there something you want Lilinette-chan, or were you just wandering by?” Karin asked before Grimmjow could throttle the girl.
“I was looking for Starrk. He’s not at the Estate and I can’t find him," Lilinette growled in annoyance, stomping a foot down childishly.
Karin sighed, but closed her eyes and slipped into mediation. Starrk was easy to find, at least for her. Repressing reiatsu meant very little to one who could physically see it’s pool. It still shun just as brightly, but tended to be more condensed when the person it belonged to was suppressing it. To one who couldn’t see reiatsu they wouldn’t noticed it until they were right on top of it.
When she had explained it to Szayel she had commented her ability to see reiatsu like sight where as others felt. She could see the stars in the sky despite their distance where as others were blind and would only know they were close to a star by the feel of the heat when they were nearby.
“He’s at the second division with Jushiro-san," Karin answered shortly before suddenly blushing. “I would leave them alone," she added as she spotted their reitasu twinning together; or more accurately, Starrk’s invading and dominating Jushiro’s.
“Why, what could….oh," Lilinette suddenly laughed. “I didn’t even realize it was this late in the year. I wonder with all that’s been happening if Aizen will have his Annual Claim Meeting," she mused.
“Now you know where he is, scram," Grimmjow barked.
“Alright, alright. Sheesh," Lilinette stomped off.
“Now, where were we," he growled into her neck.
“I think we were vying for dominance," Karin smirked at him.
The sound of a body being dragged over the ground and the grunting of their daughter once again stopped anything further from happening. Both parents sighed before looking over at the little girl, disbelief on their features as they took in the sight.
Karin was the first to get over her shock and started to laugh, holding onto Grimmjow for support.
“Only your daughter," She wheezed.
“Where the hell did she even find one?” he demanded.
“Well, this is a park. Are you honestly that surprised?" she pointed out.
He was at a loss for words.
“By the way, my statement still stands. You are packing it home and cleaning it," Karin laughed as she retrieved the rabbit she had dropped at their feet and scooped up her beaming daughter.
“How the hell?” Grimmjow muttered, but pride was definitely overcoming his shock and disbelief.
With a wide smirk he joined his family, hoisting the dead body of the small deer over his shoulder with ease and ruffling his child’s hair affectionately. The throat had been expertly mangled indeed.
“Mama cook?” Ajuga asked cheerfully.
“Hai, hai, mama will cook," Karin laughed. “And we will share with everyone else. Does that sound good?”
“Yep," Ajuga chirped happily. “I hunt good, help feed family. Hana no hunt as good as I can.”
“No she can’t," Karin agreed.
“Going to have to fix that," Grimmjow grunted.
“Hmm," she looked over at him.
“Kid’s going to have to learn how to defend herself sooner or later, and Ajuga is getting to that age to start teaching her combat training," he commented.
“She’s barely two," Karin protested.
“In human years. In hollow years she would be hunting with the pack already," he commented. “And Hana would make a good training partner," he mused. “Clearly Starrk and Ukitake are slacking in her training and she has a half decent pool of reiatsu. They should have started training her a few years ago. Lazy bastard,” he grumbled.
“You would do that?” she asked surprised.
Grimmjow had never really shown much interest in Hana-chan other than to accept the fact that she was one of the Estate’s cubs and his daughter‘s friend. Karin supposed that it did kind of make a bit of sense, a lot of pack creatures took on the joint responsibility of raising the young.
“It will be good for both of them and Ajuga will need a training partner her size and level.”
“If you think so,” she agreed reluctantly.
“I learn to fight?” Ajuga asked happily, bouncing in her mothers arms. “With Hana-chan and Lili-chan? I can be strong like Mama and Papa?”
“Very strong. You are my Daughter," Grimmjow smirked at her.
Karin sighed, but couldn’t bring herself to argue with him in front of Ajuga. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that he was a hollow, and in many ways so was their daughter. Their ways were still alien to her at times and she was just pleased that he seemed to understand that most of the time and was willing to patiently explain the things about their culture she didn’t understand.
Orihime sighed in contentment as the soft, feathered fur rubbed pleasurably against her bare skin. Her hands were tangled in the furry feathers at the base of his impressive wings and clenched them tightly as he deepened the kiss they were sharing.
Eventually she needed air and he broke the kiss off. She panted lightly for breath and moaned softly as another soft stroke into her body left her toes curling with pleasure. It was unlike Ulquiorra to take her slowly and sensationally. He was astonishingly more into the quick and heavy, and usually either not released at all or only in his first form, but she was not going to argue against this.
She could never get over the feel of that feathered fur of his second release against her bare skin, and for the first time ever they were not even at the house, but rather out in the woods past the city gates on a low, seclude plateau.
Briefly she was worried about Szayel’s defence grid watching them, but with the skilled hands of her lover working her flesh, such thoughts were soon long gone. His thrust into her body were firm and slow, allowing her to feel the slide of his length in and out of her body.
Orihime had never figured Ulquiorra for being sentimental, and if anyone had told her just five years ago that she would be happy to lay beneath him on the grass under his wings as he thrust gently into her body, she would have thought they had gone crazy, or been replaced by evil robots.
“Ulquiorra," she breathed softly in pleasure and let out another moan as the friction of another deep thrust finally had her walls clamping round his shaft and she arched her back with a cry of pleasure as her fluids gushed around him.
He sighed into her and with a sudden sharp jerk, she felt him begin to fill her. She sighed softly and nuzzled against him as he continued to give little soft spasms as he let out several spurts of his cum into her body.
After the last spurt was milked from him he rested against her under the cocoon of his wings as he regained his breath and composure. Once he was back under control of himself his feathered fur and wings slowly glittered away and he returned to his normal form, Murcielago reforming beside them.
He pulled out of her and adjusted them so her back was to his chest. He nuzzled her neck tiredly and simply held her. She reached out and brushed a hand down the zanpakuto’s hilt while he pulled the blanket they had been laying on over their naked bodies before resuming his nuzzling of her neck.
“I have always wondered,” she mused aloud several minutes later, “does Murcielago-kun speak to you the way Shinigami Zanpakuto do?" she asked curiously.
“Of course not. Our Zanpakuto are merely our true power and forms sealed to conserve reiatsu," he answered.
“Oh," she frowned. “Does he have a sentience at least?” she questioned.
“Why would sealed reiatsu have a sentience?” Ulquiorra asked confused.
“Why not?" she countered. “Technically you are nothing more than reiatsu," she pointed out. “And I know he likes me so therefore he must have an intelligence," she stated matter-of-factly.
“How can an inanimate object like someone? To believe such a thing is foolish,” he scoffed.
Orihime just chuckled as opposed to taking offence. She was long use to his scepticism by now and no longer took offence. Instead she took it as a challenge to try and make him understand, to become well, if not more human than at least less of the emotionless monster he had once been.
“You use to say that about the heart too," she pointed out, “and I know he likes me, watch.”
She brushed her hand along the hilt and slowly up the blade, a small trail of reiatsu coming from the Zanpakuto followed her fingers, cackling pleasantly and warmly against her skin in a way that almost tickled and earned a giggle out of her.
“He’s always so warm when I touch him," she sighed contently.
Ulquiorra sighed in frustration behind her.
“That is not intelligence, but traces or my own emotions in my reiatsu reacting to your reiatsu’s presence," he explained with the slightest hint of exasperation in his voice.
“But since you are essentially composed reiatsu, doesn’t that mean you and he are technically the same? And since you are clearly intelligence, what’s to say he isn’t either? Just because he can’t speak doesn’t mean he isn’t alive, that’s like saying a tree isn’t alive because it can’t speak either," she argued.
“I fail to see how this is important.”
He reached out to gather up his zanpakuto, and blinked as the reiatsu that had been following the trail of Orihime’s fingers zapped him.
“See, now you made him upset," Orihime chuckled, pulling the Zanpakuto to her chest in a hug while he stared at his fingers in surprise. “There, there, mean old Ulquiorra didn’t mean it," she soothed the blade.
“Onna, you never cease to confound me," he sighed, turning his attention from his fingers back to her.
“If I didn’t I would hardly be interesting now would I?" she chuckled. “That would make life pretty boring,” she pointed out
“Indeed," he reluctantly conceded.
They lay in comfortable silence as they watched the winter sun set. Orihime’s fingers continued to trace the Zanpakuto laying beside them while his simply held her close.
“Ulquiorra.”
“Hmm?”
Orihime turned slightly in his grasp to look up at him and smiled softly.
“You hold my heart in the palm of your hand, just so you know.”
“And you mine," he answered softly.
She smirked and kissed him, nestling against his warmth once more and noticing that a certain part of his anatomy seemed to be rather interested in her body. With a chuckle she turned in his grasp to face him and offered a smile.
“You know, I do love the feel of your feather fur against my skin,” she smirked at him.
“You do not find the sight of my second release repulsive?” he questioned curiously.
“No, why do you think that?” she questioned confused.
“Your eyes always remain closed when we mate,” he answered.
“That’s because closing my eyes increase my sense of touch and I can pay more attention to the feeling of our joined bodies instead of being distracted by the signals coming from my sight,” she assured him. “If anything, your second release reminds me of strength and power.”
“I see.”
In a whisper of words and a flash of light he changed before her once more. The release of his power so close took her first breath away and the feel of furry feathers against her skin took the second.
He settled between her legs and rubbed himself against her before lining up and penetrating her again. This time he did take her fast and hard, dragging shocked cries of pleasure from her as his reaitsu invaded her body, reminding her just how powerful he was and who she belonged to.
Matsumoto sighed softly as she rested comfortably on her stomach on the front porch, feet swinging lazily in the air behind her as she casually flipped through one of the magazines Tatsuki had manage to bring for her. The chain on her ankle tinkled with the movement, but she hardly noticed it anymore and today the tinkling almost reminded her of wind chimes.
The weather was colder now that winter was here, but they never really saw snow here unless Toshiro was in a really bad mood. On the coldest nights they would get some frost in the morning, but otherwise the sun still had some heat to it as long as you were out of the wind.
She flipped to the next page, humming as she read the article on various shades of nail polish and which shades to choose with what other colours during the winter season. A shadow fell over her and she looked up in surprise to see Nnoitra staring down at her.
“Nnoitra-sama," she acknowledged, flipping the book closed to give him her attention.
“I feel like going out," he commented.
“Nani?" she asked confused.
“I said I feel like going out. Go put something nice on. I know Tesra picked out a few outfits for you,” he ordered.
She stared at him in shock for a moment before nodding her head and standing up. She headed up to their room, the chain dragging on the floor behind her. She looked through her clothing and quickly pushed most of it to the side until she reached the two kimono’s hiding in the back that Tesra had provided for her years ago.
One was the one she wore to the Claim Meetings, the other was one she had never touched before. She ran her hand over the fine silk and had wondered why Tesra had provided her with such a thing when he had presented it to her.
She pulled it out of the closet and set it on the bed before retreating to the bathroom to clean herself up a bit.
“Oi, what’s taking so long?” Nnoitra called from the bottom of the stairs after ten minutes.
“Just a minute, Nnoitra-sama, I am almost done," she called back.
She came down the stairs slowly, mindful of the flow of the kimono about her. He looked up at her speechless for a moment before a wide grin covered his face.
“Fuck, Tesra sure can pick em out," he commented.
Despite herself, Matsumoto found herself blushing lightly at the crude comment. He unlatched the chain from her ankle and then held the door open for her, offering her a light bow.
“After you,” he said surprisingly politely.
“Thank you, Nnoitra-sama," she whispered demurely and stepped through the door.
He closed it behind them and took the lead. She followed beside him half a step behind, but still almost level with him. They definitely garnered looks, most of them her way. She had to agree with him, Tesra had good taste.
She honestly thought he was going to get jealous of the attention being given to her, but his smirk just widened and if anything his arrogant strut got even more arrogant. Eventually they arrived at one of the local bars, be it a more upstanding one.
Once more he held the door open for her, he even helped her sit first before taking his place across from her. A nervous waiter walked up to take their orders and she remained silent while he ordered for both of them.
Once the understandably nervous waiter wandered off he turned his smirk back at her. She felt her heart flutter in a mixture of fear and anticipation as he poured them both a cup of sake before handing her one. This was a behaviour she had never seen from him and it put her on edge.
“May I ask what the occasion is, Nnoitra-sama?" she asked slightly nervous.
This odd behaviour from him had her a little unnerved to say the least. He had never taken her out, hell she had never been permitted away from the house except for the Claim Meetings and the few times he had permitted her to visit Karin. Needless to say, she was rather confused.
“What? You have been a good girl for quite a while now. I am just rewarding your behaviour,” he answered dismissively.
“I see. Thank you, Nnoitra-sama," she bowed her head.
Despite the fact that she kind of felt like he was treating her like a prize dog at a show, she couldn’t help the little smile of appreciation that touched her lips. It had been so long since she had received praise from anyone really that the giving of praise, regardless of who it came from, left her feeling warm inside.
“I am sorry we are late, Nnoitra-sama,"
Matsumoto looked up in surprise as Tesra and Tatsuki joined them at the table. Like her Tatsuki was also wearing a rather pretty Kimono and shared a smile with the other woman.
“I am afraid it is my fault. Ulquiorra-sama requested I do some last minute things for him," Tatsuki apologise with a bow.
“Che, whatever. Sit down already," Nnoitra ordered dismissively with a wave of his hand.
Tesra helped Tatsuki sit down beside her before taking his own seat.
“You look beautiful, Rangiku-chan," Tatsuki smiled at her.
“You too, Tatsuki-chan," Matsumoto returned with a smile.
The girls talked to each other while the boys did the same. Tatsuki hesitated only briefly when Matsumoto offered her a cup of sake before shrugging and taking a sip. She made a funny face at the taste.
“You have never drank before?” Matsumoto asked surprised.
“No. I just came of age and it’s not like Ulquiorra-sama provided alcohol for Orihime-chan and I. I have only ever really touched the stuff to cook with," Tatsuki admitted. “I think it will take some getting use to, but it’s not that bad," she shrugged.
Dinner was served and they ate in what Matsumoto actually felt safe referring to as companionable silence. After dinner they once more deviated into their two little groups. Tatsuki told her all about how the training was going on with Orihime and Karin while she filled the young woman in on the latest fashions, compliments of the magazines.
Eventually it was time to go. Reluctantly, the girls bid each other farewell. Matsumoto watched Tatsuki follow Tesra out before turning her attention back to Nnoitra. He was finishing the last shot of sake.
“Ready to go?" he asked.
“Hai, Nnoitra-sama.”
He held out a hand and helped her up. Surprisingly he didn’t lead her back to the house, but rather to one of the many parks. They meandered down the trails in silence and she took the time to enjoy just being out of the house.
“You miss it, don’t you?" he said randomly as they walked.
“Miss what, Nnoitra-sama?" she asked confused.
“Fighting," he answered.
She stared at him in surprise before letting her eyes fall to her hands. She hadn’t even realized she had clenched them at his question.
“Hai," she answered sadly. “But more than that, I miss Heineko and the freedom to see my friends," she admitted softly.
It was ironic really. Her and her Zanpakuto had argued so much, almost like sisters. Now that she was gone Matsumoto missed her so much. She would even love to hear Toshiro yelling at her for sleeping on the job again and coming in hung over after a night partying with Kira and Hisagi, both of whom hadn’t survived the war.
She felt tears threaten her eyes as she sank into despair before she forcefully blinked them back, determined not to show him any weakness. He hated weakness and the day was going too nicely to ruin it by upsetting him.
“I can’t do shit about your sword," he grunted. “But…..”
She looked up at him in surprise as he trailed off before sighing in exasperation.
“Aizen-kami hinted that the forces are stretched a little thin and asked if we were willing to let our pets join the field," he admitted reluctantly.
She stared up at him hopefully.
“So, do you want to fight again?" he asked sharply.
“I would be beyond happy, Nnoitra-sama," she answered.
“Tsu. Don’t think this means you can get out of your other duties.”
“Of course not.”
“Good. Come on. We are going to have to get you a weapon to fight with, and something else to wear.”
“Hai, Nnoitra-sama," she cheered, following behind him with a skip in her step that she hadn’t had in years, since sometime before the war.
“I can’t believe it. Things are finally starting to look up," she smiled happily. “And just maybe he will let me train with Karin-chan, Orihime-chan and Tatsuki-chan," she thought hopefully.
I got to thank Black Fox for her amazing editing skills. The second half of this chapter got a good work over and flows much nicer I believe. She has done some amazing work and has slowly been going over the future chapters. If you have noticed the sudden ‘in your face’ increase in my writing it’s all thanks to her.
I am guessing they don’t get much snow in Soul Society because there wasn’t a hint of it during the Winter War. So while the weather is cooler, it’s more like how fall is on the north coast here; nice and warm in the sun, freezing damn cold in the shadows.
I am glad you all enjoyed Szaeyl’s punishment, and the wonderful picture BlackStorm drew to go with it. I had a lot of fun with that scene. Poor Szay, his torture has just begun and not all of it will by humorous, unfortunately for him.
This Weeks Question: Have you read the latest chapter of Bleach? If not you should, several prediction have finally come to pass. I wont say more than that for spoilers sake.
Next Chapter: Ajuga goes missing out in the forest just as the Swarm attacks.
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