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The Real King	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Scent

　

Out of principle, Grimmjow didn�t have much trust for Shinigami, nor scientists, so a Shinigami Scientist really brought his hackles up. But he could tell Ichigo trusted this one, granted only to a certain extent which made Grimmjow feel like his trust in Ichigo was at least somewhat well placed.

At least this one was going to assist them without being too intrusive, which he could tell the Scientist really, really, wanted to be. He could also tell that if anything were to happen to Ichigo, well, Grimmjow didn�t want to be anywhere near Kisuke that was for sure. The man was dangerous in a way that reminded him of Aizen, and that was something he didn�t want to tangle with ever again if he could avoid it.

It was a relief to get back to Ichigo�s house and without a word he retreated to the bathroom to take a long shower. His skin felt off kilter after having spent an hour or so at the strange shop and he wanted to wash that feeling off. He also just wanted some alone time. He had let out some pretty personal stuff to complete strangers and it made him feel even more off set.

It was clear that Ichigo was not taking his impeding fatherhood well either, but at least Grimmjow knew the teen would most likely step up to the challenge once he was done having a minor freak out. Truthfully, he was barely holding back a freak out of his own, not because he didn�t think he could handle raising and caring for the offspring, but because he was going to be so vulnerable and, for the first time in his life, he would have to rely on another.

Grimmjow was not someone who enjoyed relying on others. The very thought of it sickened him, but in this case he didn�t have much of a choice. Pregnant Hollows were the equivalent of free food in Hueco Mundo, especially if the sire didn�t stick around, which occurred far more often than not. Only higher level Adjucus and Vasto Lorde tended to remain together to raise the young before going their separate ways, or if the mate was acceptable they might stay together for some time to raise more cubs.

He had only ever come across a Mated pair once before and had wisely kept his distance. It was after that chance meeting the desire to mate had arisen in him. Now that he was with child he found he felt a bit of pride that he had successfully mated, granted it was only �a bit� because he had somehow ended up on the bloody bottom.

So help him after this cub was born he was going to corner the Shinigami and make him submit. The next time around Kurosaki was going to be the one on the damn bottom if he had to break the hybrids arms and legs to do it!

He blinked at the thought, not because of the violence involved in it, but because the thought of breeding with Ichgio was one he didn�t even have to think twice about. It wasn�t even all about revenge either, that was just a very sweet, added in bonus. No, it was the simple fact that Ichigo was an acceptable carrier. And, he admitted very reluctantly to himself, if Ichigo did manage to come out on top again at least he knew he had been dominated by someone who was somewhat worthy and would see the Mating to the end.

With a groan he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. To his surprise his clothes were gone and a towel had been laid out alongside a pair of Ichigo�s clothes, clearly intended for him.

Apart of him was furious for failing to notice that someone had entered the room while another part was pleased he wouldn�t need to put his uniform back on right away as he swore the smell from that shop had permeated into it. However, he had no desire to wear the teens clothing and settled for wrapping the towel around his waist before staring at the door as if it was one of the largest obstacles in his life.

He really did not want to deal with any of this shit right now, and the thought of curling up to mope in a dark corner was becoming really appealing. A quick scan of the house showed that Kurosaki was downstairs. Squaring his shoulders, he stepped out of the bathroom and headed towards the teens room.

He could hear the washer going as he made his way towards the teen�s room and guessed that Ichigo must be doing a load, which no doubt included his uniform. It appeared to be getting dark out and despite the fact they really hadn�t done that much today, Grimmjow felt completely burnt.

He was too damn tired and moody to waste time calling himself pathetic and weak and simply collapsed on the bed in both physical and mental exhaustion.

�One day down, four fucking weeks of this shit to go,� he growled to himself as he curled up on the bed.

The bed smelt strongly of Ichigo natural musk, which was a surprisingly comforting thing right now. He found himself unconsciously nestling closer to the bed and eventually worked his way under the covers and curled up. His stomach felt off and it was warm and comfortable under the blankets. The scent of his Alpha was very comforting, as was the feeling of his reiatsu thrumming wildly throughout the house.

　

　

Ichigo stared at his reflection in the window of the kitchen. The eyes that stared back at them were full of terrified, tormented confusion. He sighed and turned away from the image, not finding any answers in his reflection like he had hoped. He wasn�t surprised, but he had sort of hoped all the confusion and turmoil his mind and emotions were going through would have found some form of inspiration in his reflection.

�I really messed up this time. Kami what are my friends going to say? I am way too young to think about having kids, let alone one that is going to be as complicated as whatever Grimmjow is going to give birth to. I mean, everything is moving so quickly. I don�t even know what I feel for him, or if we can even make this work and already we have a child on the way!

�Is he even going to stick around after the child is born or is he going to run off? He said Hollows don�t generally stick around with each other after Mating, so what�s to say he will? Granted, he did comment that some Hollows will stick with a partner if they deem the other worthy.

�I mean, how could I explain to our child that their�.. Father? �.. No, I guess I would be the father. Mother?�. That doesn�t sound right either, he�s not female. Mare?�.. No that isn�t right. What is the official term for a female cat anyway?� he wondered.

Curious as to the answer, and willing to take any distraction he could possibly get from the situation, he moved from the kitchen to the office and loaded up the computer. It didn�t take long to get the answer and he almost burst into laughter.

�Yeah, I call him that and he will most likely castrate me, and he wont do it in my sleep either.�

Apparently, a female cat was called a Queen, and given Grimmjow�s insistence he was a King, Ichigo knew that was most defiantly not going to go over well with the Espada.

�There can only be one King, and you had better remain it�King,� Hollow Zangetsu spoke up.

Ichigo scowled in annoyance and shut the computer down. The last thing he needed right now was to deal with his hollow half. He was not in the mood for it. Or maybe he was. He felt like he could blow of some major steam and getting in physical with his hollow half was very tempting.

It would let him burn off some energy while physically remaining nearby. He moved to the living room and sat down on the floor. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. This was something he never really did and he wasn�t quite sure how to proceed.

Ukitake Jushiro had told him a little about it after rescuing Rukia and he followed the Taichou�s instructions to the best of his ability. He cleared his mind and thought about his inner world: the skyscrapers, the blue sky, Zangetsu-Jiisan standing on his pole with his cloak fluttering in a breeze.

When he opened his eyes again he was standing in his inner world with his Shihakusho flapping in the breeze and his Zanpakuto strapped to his back. The sky was overcast to show his inner turmoil, but it wasn�t pouring rain. That was at least a relief.

�Ichigo,� Zangetsu greeted him.

�Jiisan,� he returned the greeting.

�Oi, no greeting for me, King?� Hollow Zangetsu called.

�I will deal with you in a minute,� Ichigo briefly turned his attention to the Hollow, a carbon copy of himself. �Sorry about the weather,� he apologised.

�It is understandable,� Zangetsu nodded at him. �You are here to train?�

�Yeah. I need something to distract myself with, and I should probably have been doing this anyway from what I recall Ukitake-san mentioning,� he admitted sheepishly.

�Indeed. Prepare yourself Ichigo,� Zangetsu ordered.

�Get ready for it King. I ain�t going to go easy on you,� Hollow Zangetsu taunted.

�Good,� Ichigo smirked, drawing the large blade from his back and turning to face his pale double.

The two clashed against each other violently, both of them with a smile on their face; one with an insane look of glee while the other had a small smile of excitement and relief. The only sound was that of Hollow Zangetsu�s screams of enjoyment, Ichigo�s grunts, and the clang of steel on steel as their blades crossed and sparks flew. Zangetsu himself remained a silent observer as the other two frantically crossed blades.

�Ready to take it up a notch, King?�

�Bring it,� Ichigo snarled, adjusting his grip on his own blade as Hollow Zangetsu mirrored his move.

Both shouted out the release phrase and a wave of reiatsu, one black one white, washed over them. Uniforms and blades now a different color and shape, the two combatants once more launched themselves at each other.

Despite himself, Ichigo found he was having fun and that the battle had accomplished exactly what he had desired, freedom from his tormenting thoughts. The sky above completely cleared. After what felt like several hours, but in reality was only twenty minutes, the two finally came to a stop.

�You are getting better King. About time you embraced your instinct to fight. The Pet�s been good for ya.�

�Don�t call him that,� Ichigo growled.

�Regardless, he is right. Your companion has done you good, Ichigo. What are you going to do now?� Zangetsu asked firmly.

Ichigo sighed, dropping his Bankai state and returning the large blade to his back as he answered. �Take it one day at a time and do what needs to be done,� he said firmly.

Zangetsu gave a nod of his head in acceptance of the answer while Hollow Zangetsu simply wished him luck, in a rather mocking way.

When Ichigo opened his eyes he noticed he was still sitting in the living room and not only reeked of sweat, but his clothing was beyond soaked with it. Scowling in annoyance, he slowly rose to his feet and headed to the bathroom. By the sounds of it Grimmjow still wasn�t done and he found his scowl deepening.

�Is he going to use up all the hot water daily?� he wondered with a grouch. �I thought cats were suppose to hate water but he spends more time in there than Yuzu does.�

With a shake of his head he gathered Grimmjow�s clothes up, made sure a towel and change of clothing was readily available for him, and retreated to the laundry room to start a small load. Both of their clothing needed a good wash.

He was in desperate need for a shower himself and contemplated kicking Grimmjow out, or possibly joining him. That thought brought a blush to his cheeks as he imagined what the Espada must look like with water rolling down his body.

He scowled as he found himself getting hard and quickly tried to change his thoughts, but it didn�t work in the least. He mentally cursed his teenage body and almost sighed in relief when he heard the shower turn off. Right now he would be content if all that was left was cold water, because he was certainly going to need it.

Moving upstairs and into the finally free bathroom, he was surprised to notice that while the towel was missing, the clothing he had laid out had not been touched. A quick scan of the house confirmed that Grimmjow was now in his room, wearing nothing but a towel.

Cursing under his breath he quickly turned the cold water on and stepped into the shower, glaring down at his rebellious body that refused to obey any form of reason. If it was in anyway possible, his scowl deepened and he braced one arm on the wall of the shower and used his other hand to �deal with the problem.� It didn�t work very well, regardless of what mental image he used. Despite himself, he recalled his hollows words from earlier.

�If you wanted to fuck him right now all he could do was ask in what position you want him in,�

He froze in horror as the thought touched his mind. That he would even consider such a thing made him feel sick, at least in his head. His body was all too quick to remind him just how good it had felt to be buried to the hilt in Grimmjow�s body.

�What the hell is wrong with me?� he questioned himself.

�You should mate him King, it would be for the best,� Hollow Zangetsu spoke up, surprisingly without his usual, mocking tone.

�What?!� he demanded angrily.

�It�s instinct, our instinct, that makes you want to fuck him again. The more you screw him, the more of your scent and reiatsu gets left behind as a sort of warning to other Hollows that he is yours and that to mess with him will also mean messing with you,�

Ichigo frowned. He really didn�t feel like trusting his Hollow half, especially after what his advice had already caused to happened. Regrettably, there was only one other person he could ask to confirm Hollow Zangetsu�s words and he supposed it wouldn�t hurt too much to ask��. he hoped.

�The worse he could do is say no,� he thought to himself encouragingly, and if he was honest with himself the thought of another round with Grimmjow was a very pleasing one.

Glaring at his obvious arousal that wasn�t going anywhere anytime soon, he turned the taps off, dried off, and sought Grimmjow�s reiatsu. To his surprise the Espada was still in his room and Ichigo made his way there. His surprise turned into shock as he realised the Espada was curled up on his bed under the blankets.

He sat on the edge and pulled the top up until he found Grimmjow�s head. The Espada shifted and let out a sound of displeasure before blue eyes snapped open to look at him in irritation, an irritation that quickly turned to some unknown emotion as Grimmjow noticed his rather obvious arousal.

�The Hollow half of Zangestu mentioned something about scent marking and reiatsu signature. Is he trying to pull my chain or is he talking about an actual thing?� he asked half awkwardly and half embarrassedly.

�An actual thing,� Grimmjow admitted reluctantly, his eyes drifting to the side and refusing to look at him.

Ichgio frowned. He did not like seeing the proud Espada acting so out of character. It was disturbing and wrong.

�Instinct,� Hollow Zangestus spoke up. �You are the Alpha. Until the Mating is over Instinct will force him deafer to you least he angers you and you leave him to fend for himself. As you can imagine, in Hueco Mundo that pretty much equates to death.�

�Like a form of pregnancy hormone?� he questioned.

�Yeah, sure. Go with that if it makes more sense to you.�

It did make a little sense, but not much. It was rather painful to see a powerful and prideful creature like Grimmjow reduced to something like this simply because he was, well, pregnant.

�Do you want me?� Grimmjow suddenly asked in a strange voice.

Ichigo was broken out of his musings and felt a flash of pain at the sound of the others voice.

�Stop that!� he growled, causing Grimmjow to jump slightly. �And that too,� he added. �For crying out loud, nothing has changed between us, so stop acting so out of character, it�s creeping me out,� he ordered sharply.

Blue eyes snapped up to glare balefully up at him.

�It�s your fucking fault I am like this in the first place, Kurosaki,� Grimmjow snarled, sitting up straight. �You are the one who did this to me in the first place, you and that fucking hollow of yours. Had you left well enough alone we would have just had a good night together and none of this would have happened, but no, you have to fucking initiate the fucking ritual and came out as the Alpha. The next time I swear to you, you will be the one to submit,� he snarled.

�Punish him King, do not let him speak to you like that,� Hollow Zangetsu snarled in anger.

Ichigo found himself raising a hand and got it halfway up before he froze and his eyes widened in shock as he watched Grimmjow actually flinch. He had merely meant to run his hand through his hair in exasperation, but the other acted as if he had planned to hit him. In his weakened state, that would have been far too easy.

�I am sorry, alright,� he apologised, slowly lowering his hand. �I had no idea what was going on and if I had I never would have followed his advice. If you don�t want to do anything that�s fine. I was only asking because I didn�t know if the bastard was lying to me or actually telling me something important I might need to know. Sorry if you got the wrong idea.�

Grimmjow blinked up at him in confusion at his apology.

�This is all new to me, and other than what you have told me I don�t understand a damn thing about what is going on. All I know is that somehow we are creating a life together, and I will do anything to protect it.�

He almost added �and you� but wisely held back the words. That would definitely set the other�s hackles up and draw them into a fight he really didn�t want to get into right now.

The confusion seemed to abate somewhat, as did the apprehension.

�Damn it, that fucking Hollow of yours is right,� Grimmjow snarled, shifting about on the bed.

�Huh?� Ichigo blinked his eyes in confusion as he watched the Espada lay down on his stomach.

�Just shut up and fuck me already, Kurosaki,� Grimmjow growled.

�Are you sure?� he asked shocked.

�Yes. Hurry up before I change my mind and decide to see if an Alpha can be dominated when the Beta has already conceived,� he snarled in threat.

His body was definitely willing, but his mind was in conflict. This was different than the last two times. This time it felt like borderline rape, like Grimmjow was only doing this because he had to. Ichigo did not want their relationship to be like that, it was wrong. He refused to treat Grimmjow like some kind of object to use whenever he wanted sex.

Instead of just mounting the Espada, as he was clearly expecting, he reached for the drawer and pulled out his bottle of oil. Grimmjow remained silent and kept their gazes locked. A part of Ichigo was happy to see the defiance radiating out of them while another part of him wanted to change that defiance to pleasure.

He refused to make this into a show of dominance. If they were going to have sex together he was going to make damn well sure the other wanted it and wasn�t only doing it because he felt he had or needed to.

He poured a generous amount of oil on his hands before setting the bottle down on his desk and turning his attention to the Espada laying prone on his bed. He shifted and noticed that, despite his strong words, Grimmjow still flinched slightly and nearly jumped when Ichigo set his hands down on the Espada�s shoulders.

�What are you doing?� Grimmjow demanded.

�What I want,� Ichigo answered as he worked the oil into the other�s taunt back.

Grimmjow was a right royal mess and was so tense Ichigo swore a tightly wound spring had more give to it. Grimmjow remained that way for some time, but slowly his body relaxed as Ichigo worked his muscles, starting from his back and working his way down the Espada�s arms and legs.

It took about an hour and he never once drifted near any part of anatomy that could be mistaken as sexual touching. When he was done the back he got Grimmjow to flip over and was amused to note the Espada�s eyes were half closed and glazed in pleasure. Ichigo started from Grimmjow�s feet this time and worked his way up. By the time he got to his victim�s chest he noticed that Grimmjow himself was now heavily aroused.

Only now did Ichigo move his hands in a provocative manner, moving the oil soaked appendages over his targets nipples and flicking them lightly. Grimmjow let out a moan of pleasure and twitched under the assault.

Smirking and feeling hot and heavy himself now that he had the other worked up in very apparent arousal, he switched his assault to a more private part of Grimmjow�s anatomy.

�Damn it Kurosaki!� Grimmjow cursed.

�How do you feel?� Ichigo couldn�t help but to ask.

�I feel like if you don�t fuck me now, I am going to throw you down onto this bed and show you how it�s done,� Grimmjow snapped.

This was more along the lines of the Grimmjow he knew, not that meek thing that had been presented to him earlier.

�Pregnancy hormones,� Hollow Zangetsu piped up helpfully.

Ichigo ignored him and focused his attention on the Espada sprawled out before him, twitching in pleasure and letting out little pants and whimpers. Pouring another generous amount of oil onto his hands, he settled between Grimmjow�s legs and used one hand to work his Beta�s arousal while the other worked to prepare him.

�God damn it Kurosaki, when this is over and done with the torment I will lay upon you when I dominate your ass�..� he never finished the threat as Ichigo�s fingers found a part of his rear that cut his sentence off into a yowl of pleasure.

Grinning, he stroked that part again, earning another yowl of pleasure from the Espada and watched as Grimmjow thrashed beneath him. Grimmjow panted heavily and started making cute, not that he would ever tell the Espada they were cute, little keening noises between each torturous brush. Finally convinced he had tortured the other long enough, Ichigo removed his fingers and spread some oil on his straining erection before positioning himself at the panting man�s entrance.

Blue eyes gazed hazily and lustfully into strong brown and Ichigo couldn�t help but to smirk as he slowly penetrated the other. Grimmjow was panting heavily, his body soaked in sweat and oil that glistened in the moonlight now streaming through the window.

Ichigo didn�t even recall the sun setting, but in all honesty the weather outside was the last thing on his mind right now. The only thing either of his heads was thinking about right now was the tight heat wrapped ever so pleasantly around him and the wonderful sounds his Beta was making as he thrust into the body pinned beneath him.

Grimmjow threw his head back and let out a loud moan, his neck flashing in the pale light. Instantly Ichigo�s mouth was on it, suckling and nibbling the flesh, earning a shiver of excitement from Grimmjow. He had no idea what it was about Grimmjow�s throat that called to him, but he just couldn�t resist nipping and suckling on the flesh, leaving a very obvious red mark.

Growling and quickly losing his mind to instinct, he let his teeth sink ever so slightly into Grimmjow�s skin, earning himself a surprisingly hot cry of pleasure/pain and the faint, erotic taste of the Espada�s blood.

The taste sent him into a frenzy and before he knew it he was ploughing roughly into the body beneath his in a show of strength and dominance. The bed squeaked loudly in protest, but Ichigo ignored it. Nothing mattered right now other than the feel of the heat enveloped around him, the sight of his Beta�s throat bared submissively for his pleasure, and the faint taste of blood in his mouth.

He never noticed Grimmjow�s claws raking his back and arms nor had he any idea on how long he kept the brutal pace up. He had no recollection of when Grimmjow had cried out as he came. It must have been some time before he finally reached completion because the body beneath him was limp when the sparks finally flew and he felt himself come down from his instinctual high and return to reality. His hollow half was surprisingly quite.

He slowly untangled their bodies and the moment he was somewhat free Grimmjow rolled onto his side, facing away from him but didn�t get up or make any other indication of wanting to leave. In fact, Ichigo swore he was actually asleep and had simply adjusted his position to give Ichgio some room on the rather small bed.

Pulling the tangled blankets up over their bodies, he hesitated only briefly before pulling the other into his grasp to share their combined body heat. It was still only Spring and it got cold at night. No way in hell was the barer of his child going to sleep cold.

　

　

I am pleased you are all loving this and thank you all so much for the reviews. It is hard to keep everyone in character, so I hope the whole �pregnancy hormones� and �instinct� is a good enough excuse for some of the more submissive behaviours Grimmjow is, and in the future, exhibiting. It actually does make sense when you think of how many animal species do things.

Next Chapter: Hollow Zangetsu gets a name of his own and Ishida comes over in an attempt to study.
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