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The Ties That Bind Us	By : KaiBlueOtaku Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 3623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Bleach and all its characters are owned by the talented Tite Kubo. I own only my story, and am merely borrowing them to tell it. I receive no payment for my writing.

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  DISCLAIMER: Bleach and all its characters are owned by the talented Tite Kubo. I own only my story, and am merely borrowing them to tell it. I receive no payment for my writing.
                WARNINGS: Implied M/F sex, graphic M/M sex scene, anal, fingering, boys kissing, angst, A/B/O dynamics.
                A/N: This chapter had me hung up for a long time. I finally had to make some changes to it, just so I could move forward with the story, because I have some exciting plot ideas to implement soon. So, anyone who was looking forward to the detailed Hallibel x Grimmjow lemon that was promised for this chapter: Sorry. It’s been cut, in pursuance of the preservation of my already tenuous sanity.

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                Grimmjow heard the ‘click’ of the door latch and was just about to turn and ask Hallibel if she wanted to head to bed herself, when he was shoved bodily against the counter of the kitchen island, slammed down against the surface as Hallibel pressed against him, biting and clawing into his back in wanton desire. He gasped and gave a small cry of surprise, not having expected her to be quite as riled up as this by his activities, that she couldn’t even wait until they’d made it back to the bedroom. Her teeth found his ear as she leaned against him, pinning him to the counter, and she murmured, “You are so fucking hot, do you know that, Grimm?”

                He gave a lascivious smile, and leaned back into her. “I was just trying to be a good friend,” he reminded her. “Besides, it was your idea, Tia… And you seemed to be enjoying yourself an awful lot, just watching…”

                She gave an animalistic growl that shifted into a moan, then a chuckle. “I could say the same of you, my dear,” she said in an accusatory tone as she chewed roughly on him, moving down to his neck. “For ‘just trying to be a good friend,’ and just following your Alpha’s directions, you did seem to be enjoying yourself an awful lot.” She hummed thoughtfully. “It’s been quite a while since I let you be with anyone else. And I never watched before now, because that was before I had Claimed you,” she whispered, running her tongue over the scar of the Mark she had placed on him so many years before, pouring her Reiatsu into the sensitive area, relishing the feeling of his knees sagging in blissful submission under her ministrations as she did so.

                “I do have to admit,” she breathed into his ear, “watching you with them was a special treat for me. But only because I love them both as you do, like brothers, and I can’t bear the thought of there being strife between you three. Renji and his silly jealousy…” She chuckled, covering the side of his face in a combination of kisses and probing licks. “You did a fine job of dispelling that, Grimm. And also, of keeping yourself under control, so you didn’t hurt the two of them with the weight of your Reiatsu of Dominance. Although poor Shuu was exhausted anyway, under the strain of it all. We’ll have to work more on your self control,” she taunted as her hands slid into the front pockets of his tight jeans, groping at his quickly hardening arousal. “And maybe on Shuu’s level of endurance,” she added with a smirk, feeling him swell in response to her teasing words.

                “Well honestly, I’d never thought about it before tonight, but Shuhei is pretty hot,” Grimmjow admitted breathily. “I’d do him, if Renji’d let me, but of course I’d never want to things to get weird between them because of that…”

                Hallibel grabbed him roughly and rolled him over against the island, leaning him back onto his elbows, grinding her pelvis against his. “You can work that out between yourselves later,” she purred. “Right now, I just want mine.” She pressed her lips against his, forcing her tongue past them. He did not deny her access, welcoming her exploration of his mouth eagerly with a hungry whine.

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                A few hours later, Shuhei nuzzled against Renji. “It’s gone quiet in there finally,” the dark haired man murmured sleepily.

                Renji kissed the top of his head. “Yeah, the reiatsu’s settled too. They must have finally worn each other out.”

                Shuhei chuckled. “He’s intense.”

                Renji nodded in agreement.

                “Hey, Ren?” Steely grey eyes sought a pair of coffee-colored ones in the scant moonlight that shone through the small garage window. “I never thought of him like that before tonight… Just so you know.”

                The redhead squeezed his lover tighter against his chest. “It’s ok. I should have asked before, instead of jumping to conclusions.” He buried his nose in the soft, spiky hair and inhaled the sweet, familiar scent, combined with sweat and something distinctly musky and wild smelling, which Renji was sure must have been Grimmjow. “It’s ok now, though. I didn’t realize it was going to be like that.” He paused for a minute, and added, “You two can fool around, if you want. I don’t mind so much anymore.”

                Shuhei smiled into Renji’s chest. “Yeah, you too. I mean, if you guys want to… Whatever. It’s ok with me.” He shrugged. “It’s weird, but it’s like…” Shuhei paused, struggling to find the words.

                “Like it’s always been this way kind of, but we never knew it, huh?” Renji supplied, and Shuhei nodded.

                “Yeah. I don’t get it, but yeah. Exactly.”

                Renji nodded too. “I know what you mean. It’s just… Comfortable with him, you know? He feels safe. I don’t mind sharing you with him.”

                Shuhei sighed, and nestled into his lover’s embrace. “I know. I feel the same way. Just… If things change for you, let me know, ok?”

                “Of course, Shuu,” Renji assured him, and kissed his forehead as they both slipped back to sleep.

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                Renji and Shuhei’s eyes both shot open within an instant of one another, at the sound of a metallic crash assaulting their ears from within the house. Mid-morning light filtered through the small window on the side of the garage, and they stirred their exhausted gigai from the warm nest of the futon to go hesitantly inspect the source of the racket.

                As they neared the door leading into the house, they could both hear the sounds of scuffling and fighting, and Renji slammed the door open in alarm.

                The kitchen was destroyed. There were pots and pans all over, drawers pulled out of their cabinetry and upturned, indicating that the place may have been ransacked, or at least that quite a battle had been raging on here already this morning, and that the two men had only just become aware of it. In the midst of the chaos, stood their hosts.

                Hallibel held Grimmjow down, bent over the counter, arm twisted behind his back in what appeared to be a painfully unnatural angle. The look on his face was one caught between agony and amusement, and both he and Hallibel looked up in surprise as the two Shinigami burst through the entry. “Hey, good morning, you guys,” Grimmjow said cheerfully, wincing as Hallibel reefed on his shoulder.

                “Say it, you son of a bitch,” she snarled, turning her attention back to Grimmjow.

                “I don’t have a mother,” he argued, ignoring her demand. “And if you’re referring to Aizen as my parent, then I’m inclined to agree with your statement, that I am indeed a son of a bitch.”

                “You bastard,” she growled, and leaned over him, digging her teeth into his neck.

                Grimmjow only laughed at her. “Tia, we have company. Come on…”

                “Then end it! Don’t make me,” she barked, pressing two pointed fingers against his temple threateningly. “I swear, I have never wished so badly I had my Cero back, before the past few months of you living here with me, Grimmjow…”

                He only cackled maniacally.

                Hallibel sighed. “You leave me no choice,” she said in resignation, and pulled the collar of his t-shirt to the side, revealing a round scar that looked strangely like a bite mark.

                Grimmjow grew serious finally at this, and squirmed. “Hey, stop… That’s not fair, Hallibel…”

                “Then submit,” she ordered.

                He grinned lasciviously back at her over his shoulder. “Fuck you,” he said with a laugh.

                She sighed, shaking her head, and pressed her fingers to the scar as golden Reiatsu flowed from her. Grimmjow instantly calmed, all the tension melting from his body as he sagged limply against the counter, whining and moaning pleasurably. “Do you submit?” she asked softly, leaning over him and whispering in his ear. He whimpered and gave a curt nod, and Hallibel smiled triumphantly and stood, releasing him at last. “Good. Now clean up this mess, and I’ll start on some breakfast for the boys.” She sauntered victoriously over to the two bewildered young men who watched her in abject horror. “Good morning, my dears. How did you sleep?” she asked as she kissed them on the foreheads and stroked their faces, pulling them one at a time into a comforting embrace. “I’m sorry you had to see all that. We don’t usually scuffle like this, but you know, the apple cart got a little upset last night after you all were done with your fun, and some days we have to do a little posturing to settle things back down between him and I.” She glared back icily over her shoulder at Grimmjow, who returned her glare, though with less intensity and duration, then resumed collecting silverware and placing it back into the righted drawers. “It’s not a bed of roses, living under an Alpha and an Omega who are both inclined to be Dominant, but no one will ever love you more than us.” She smiled sincerely at them both in the strangest way, somehow quelling all their fears and putting them both at ease, even amidst their confusion. “How does eggs sound?” she asked them and headed toward the stove, picking up a frying pan and a spatula from the floor as she went.

                Renji nodded dumbly, and Grimmjow looked up at Hallibel in shock. “You mean…”

                She tossed him a cool, casual glance as she pulled a carton of eggs out of the refrigerator, and something unspoken seemed to pass between them that the two Shinigami didn’t understand. “Of course,” was all that Hallibel offered in reply to the wordless question.

                Grimmjow laughed happily and stopped his cleaning to rush over to them, grabbing them together into a collective embrace, and clapping them enthusiastically on the backs. “Welcome to the pack, you two!”

                “Wait… What?” Shuhei asked, bending to pick up a wire whisk at his feet, and taking it over to Hallibel. She thanked him with a smile, and a gentle stroke down his arm.

                “You two are part of our pack now,” Grimmjow told them, as if that explained everything, pulling a carton of orange juice from the fridge and fetching glasses from an adjacent cabinet.

                “You’re going to have to explain that,” Renji said as he glanced dubiously at Shuhei, who was just as nervous about this information as his lover was.

                “You Shinigami, I swear,” Grimmjow muttered with an exasperated sigh.

                Hallibel reached over and popped him in the back of the head. “Don’t be an asshole, Grimmjow,” she snapped. “If they don’t know, then they don’t know. It’s not their fault. They weren’t born in Hueco Mundo like we were. If they don’t understand Alpha dynamics, then explain it to them, baka…”

                He rolled his eyes, and turned to face the confused men. “You know kind of how a wolf-pack works, right? There’s a dominant mated pair, and then the other wolves below them?” They nodded, and he continued. “It’s like that. Hollow tend to form into packs, with complicated hierarchical structures, like a wolf-pack. Sometimes led by a mated pair, sometimes not, it’s just on a case-by-case basis.” He pressed his fingers to his lips in thought. “Take the Espada,” he offered, trying to erase their blank stares.   “We were sort of a pack, under Aizen and Gin and Tozen. And most of the Espada had their Fraccion beneath them, which were like their immediate family, or kids, almost…. Well, except for Szayel, he would cannibalize his Fraccion…” Grimmjow added thoughtfully in a distant mutter, then shook his head, coming back to himself and waving his hand dismissively. “It’s complicated, you don’t need to understand all the details.”

                “What he means to say, I think,” Hallibel said in a measured tone as she stirred the eggs, “is, welcome to the family.”

                Shuhei smiled. “That’s a little less intimidating sounding,” he admitted.

                Renji was hesitant, arms crossing defensively. “What are our obligations in this arrangement?”

                Grimmjow shrugged. “Love each other, and us… Maybe some more ‘extracurricular activities,’” he teased, elbowing Renji suggestively. He leaned in and whispered, “Don’t piss off Hallibel…”

                She shot Grimmjow a scathing look and raised the spatula to throw it, then through better of it and tightened her fingers around the handle, pursing her lips and exhaling. “There’s always going to be a bit of jostling for rank with the addition of new pack mates,” she assured them. “Things will settle down eventually. I’m not usually this irritable.”

                Grimmjow went over to her, rubbing her shoulders affectionately, and her head sagged as the tension seeped from her with a sigh. “She’s telling the truth,” he confirmed, resting his head against her back as he continued to massage her. “She’s an Alpha, and she needs submission from those below her, but you guys know how I am…” He huffed and shook his head a little sadly. “I don’t really have it in me, most of the time. So that’s what this was for.” He stretched the collar of this t-shirt, revealing the scar again. “She placed this Mark on me a long time ago. It allows her to assert her Dominance over me, when I get too out of line. It bonded our souls, and indicated that she intended to Claim me as her mate down the road somewhere...”

                “Grimmjow…” Hallibel’s voice was sad and soft as she interrupted him, her hand stilling over the pan as the eggs were forgotten for a moment, her eyes distant. “They don’t need to know all of that right now…”

                “Yeah…” He nodded, and the mood became somber as Grimmjow turned away from her, his hand lingering on her shoulder for an additional moment or two before he returned to the task of pouring the orange juice in the glasses.

                “It’s not something I’m proud of,” she said, glancing sadly up at the two men. “It’s sort of a sore subject for me, that he won’t submit willingly most of the time. I don’t like having to force him.” She sighed, and gave a half-hearted smile at Grimmjow, who returned the expression. “It’s something we’re working on.”

                “Becoming human was what changed things between us,” Grimmjow explained, turning to the guys. “She finally saw I was ready to Claim. But we’re not Hollow anymore, so… You know… Things are complicated.” He smiled quietly, and shook his head in a wistful manner. “I just want to be loved. I know that sounds stupid, coming from me, of all people… But I don’t like feeling like property. And the whole Alpha Dominance thing is like that for me.”

                “We’re not used to having emotions quite like this,” Hallibel clarified. “As Hollow, we didn’t have the capacity to love, or really experience much emotion at all, until now. Grimmjow’s run a little deeper than mine, because he was still technically alive when Urahara pulled him out of his Arrancar body and stuffed him into his Gigai, but his body was trapped in the Dangai, and they couldn’t get him out physically.” Grimmjow handed her plates, and she portioned the eggs onto them. “But our souls are still our souls, although we’re not exactly Hollow anymore. My Alpha instinct is still part of my makeup, even though there’s no purpose for it as there once was. It’s obsolete now, and as Grimmjow so eloquently put it, it complicates things.” She smiled sadly, handing plates to them and taking one for herself along with a glass of juice as she headed toward the table.

                They all ate in silence for a few minutes, then Shuhei spoke up. “You know, you shouldn’t have Reiatsu abilities like that. Being in a Gigai, I mean… Does Soul Society know about that?” Grimmjow and Hallibel exchanged a tense look and she sighed, laying her fork down on the table, pressing her hands flat to either side of her plate.

                “We’re not a threat to Soul Society, Shuu,” she said. “My abilities aren’t dangerous.”

                “Do they know about them, though?” Renji prodded.

                “We’re under close supervision from them,” Grimmjow supplied, looking worriedly at Hallibel, whose brow was furrowed in a mirrored expression. “If anything went wrong, they would deal with it.”

                “I’ll take that as a ‘no,’” Renji said, and stood, not having finished his breakfast. “We should probably go…”

                “Sit your ass back down,” Grimmjow snapped. “You’re part of this pack now. You can’t take this to them, it would make you a traitor to your pack.”

                “And I’m a traitor to Soul Society and the Thirteen Court Guard Squads if I don’t,” Renji said, still standing resolutely, but not having moved from where he stood.

                Hallibel raised a hand to her brow, and a slight tremor could be seen in it. “We just want to live our lives,” she whispered, a quaver in her voice as a tear slipped down her cheek from shielded eyes. “We didn’t ask for any of this, Renji. I should have stayed dead after Aizen ran me through with his zanupakto. Grimmjow should have been trapped in the Dangai for eternity, or have been killed outright by Nnoitora’s blade. Ulquiorra should never have been resurrected by Orihime’s Rikka. Gin should have never come back to Rangiku…” She sobbed silently, and Shuhei reached his hand out to take hers in sympathy. Grimmjow rested his hand on her shoulder. “It was all love, that brought us back. The ties that bind us all together, and that made it all possible… It’s love, Renji. Orihime’s love for Ulquiorra, then the love of Grimmjow’s selfless sacrifice to try to protect Orihime when Ulquiorra wasn’t able to himself… My love for Grimmjow, that bound my soul to his, and kept me from passing on… Rangiku’s love for Gin, that didn’t let him find rest either after his death…” She lowered her hand and looked pleadingly up at the red-haired Shinigami. “We love you guys, don’t you understand that? We may not be very good at expressing it, but we do. If there is any love in you toward us in return, please… Reconsider this. Our only chance at happiness is to keep our heads down, and be upstanding citizens here. Well-behaved, normal humans, for all intents and purposes, and that means having no powers that someone might consider to be a threat.” She looked down at a trembling hand. “I didn’t train these abilities. I’m basically an experiment of Urahara’s, along with the others. He didn’t expect this, and we’ve kept it on the hush because we knew it might cause problems in the long run if Soul Society knew, and started to perceive us as some kind of threat…” She wiped at her eyes. “What do you think they’ll do to us, Renji? If we become troublesome to Soul Society, they’ll just have us killed. Is that what you want for us, Renji? How far have you thought this through?”

                Silence fell on them all, broken only by Hallibel’s quiet sniffling as she tried valiantly to pull herself back together. She finally pushed her chair back, and stood. “We’re not fit for life in this world anyway. All we’ve ever known is strife, and hatred, and fighting, and things taken by force. Clearly, we don’t know how to manage in this world. Go ahead. Do what you have to do, Renji. It’s probably for the best.” She turned to walk away, but a hand took her wrist. She turned to look, and saw it was Renji.

                Tears were glistening in his coffee-colored eyes. “Tia, I’m sorry. I didn’t understand your side of things…”

                “There’s always two sides,” she told him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “We will always ride the fence of being at odds with Soul Society, as Ex-Espada. We can’t change our pasts, just try to move forward from where we find ourselves today, Renji. But I love the both of you dearly, and we still have a place for you here as part of our family, if that’s your choice…”

                He hugged her back. “Of course, Tia.”

                The phone rang, and Grimmjow jogged a few steps to answer it. He spoke briefly, then brought it into the kitchen. “For you,” he said, handing it to Hallibel. “It’s Hat-and-Clogs.”

                Hallibel rolled her eyes and sighed, but took the receiver. “Good morning, Urahara,” she said in a polite but businesslike manner. She hummed a few affirmations as he chattered into her ear, and then sighed. “Will this take very long?” Pause. “We’ll be right over, then.” She hung up the phone and turned to Renji. “He wants you and me at the shoten in five minutes, some kind of experiment, he wouldn’t say what, he was acting really secretive about it. You know how Kisuke is.”

                Renji scarfed down the last few bites of his breakfast and slammed his juice. “K, I’m ready.” He kissed Shuhei chastely on the lips. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Hopefully still fully intact,” he joked, and Shuu pushed his shoulder playfully, but then held his hand to his head as if suddenly dizzy. Renji caught his arm and steadied him, looking concerned. “Hey, you ok, Shuu?”

                The dark haired man shook his head and waved dismissively. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” He turned to Hallibel. “Tia, do you have any aspirin or anything? I’m getting kind of a headache.”

                Hallibel crossed her arms and looked to Shuhei with concern, glancing at Grimmjow briefly and jerking her head as he trotted dutifully off to the bathroom to fetch the painkillers.

                “Shuu, I can always stay. We can call Urahara back and…” Renji was cut off mid-sentence though by Shuhei.

                “No, Ren, it’s fine. It’s just a little headache, geez. Grimmjow’s here, anyway. I’m sure I can manage. Thanks.” He directed the last bit at Grimmjow, who had returned with two white pills, which Shuhei swallowed with a swig of orange juice. “You guys go see whatever he needs, we’ll be fine.”

                Hallibel handed her keys to Renji. “Could you go start the van, Renji?” she asked, and the red head nodded, leaving the three of them alone momentarily.

                It was just a few brief glances and gestures, taking but a few seconds, but the amount of information that was transferred between Hallibel and Grimmjow in that time was stunning. Her eyes narrowed and she sniffed deeply, glancing down at Shuhei, then back up meaningfully at Grimmjow, who cocked an eyebrow and inhaled similarly. His eyes widened and he gaped a little at Hallibel, who only smirked, inclining her head permissively as she turned to follow Renji. “Have fun, boys,” she called over her shoulder, closing the door behind her.

                Shuhei didn’t miss the suggestive undertone of her words. “What was that all about?” he asked, taking another bite of his eggs.

                Grimmjow flipped one of the chairs around, sitting in it and leaning his folded arms on the back of it. “How are you feeling, Shuu?” he asked, instead of answering the Soul Reaper’s question.

                The slender man pursed his lips, watching out the window as the van pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the shoten. “Honestly, kind of weird. I didn’t want Renji to make a big deal out of it, but I’m dizzy, and a little…” He shook his head, not finishing the thought.

                “Finish your breakfast, then let me help you to the couch. You might want to lie down a while,” Grimmjow offered, picking at the remains of his own meal.

                “I think I can…” Shuhei started to stand, clearly overestimating his ability by a long shot because he stumbled and sprawled into Grimmjow’s chest. “Oh, shit…”

                The blue haired man chuckled and pulled one of Shuhei’s arms over his shoulder, standing and wrapping the other arm around his waist. “Yeah. I didn’t offer to help for no reason, Shuu. C’mon.”

                Shuhei leaned his head into Grimmjow as they staggered toward the living room, resting his nose in the hollow of Grimmjow’s shoulder. “Grimm, you smell so… Good…” His eyes were glazing over, and beads of sweat were gathering on his forehead. “Fuck, it’s so hot in there. Why is it so hot, Grimm?”

                They lowered together onto the couch, and Grimmjow layed him down, tucking a throw pillow under his head. “Just rest, ok Shuu? I’ll go get you some water. You’re going to be ok.” Grimmjow stood and took a step, but Shuhei hooked his hand in Grimm’s belt and yanked back on him with unexpected strength for someone lying prone, pulling the shocked Ex-Espada into his lap.

                “No, don’t go, Grimm,” Shuhei begged pitifully. “I… I want…” He shuddered as Grimmjow turned and the coldness of ice blue eyes met steely grey ones. “Would you stay?” Shuhei pleaded, nearly delirious with fever.

                Grimmjow ran his hand across the sweat-drenched brow. “Yeah. I’ll stay. But can we get you out of this shirt? You’re burning up.” He tugged the t-shirt off the willing patient, using it to mop up the perspiration on his face, still making no move to leave to lap he’d fallen into.

                Shuhei sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes, brow furrowed. “What the hell’s wrong with me?”

                Grimmjow chuckled. “You Shinigami, I swear… You really don’t know what’s the matter?”

                Shuhei cracked an eye at this and frowned. “You make it sound like you do. So what gives?”

                A hand ran over a flushed chest, brushing against already sensitive nipples, drawing a moan from Shuhei. “You’ll freak the fuck out if I tell you,” Grimmjow said, then leaned down and kissed Shuhei on the mouth. Surprise melted almost instantly to unbridled lust, and slender fingers fisted in cerulean hair as he melted under the probing tongue, pressing hips upward as he felt himself swelling. When Grimm pulled back, he looked hesitantly at Shuhei. “I know how to help things along though. I just don’t want to push a wedge between you and Renji.”

                “No, he’s ok,” Shuu insisted, reaching again to pull Grimmjow to him, head lolling back and forth. “Why does it feel so good?”

                “Just enjoy it,” Grimmjow told him. “I’ll explain later, after you’re not so out of it. You won’t remember it if I tell you now anyways.” He adjusted himself so he was laying on top of Shuhei, straddling his hips, the straining denim at the front of both their jeans grinding together.

                “Ohhhhhh, fuck,” Shuhei breathed, eyes closing, hand reaching for Grimmjow’s zipper. “Just… Oh, damn, Grimm…”

                The blue haired man chuckled again. “Yeah, I should have known there’d be no time for formalities. I know what you want. Let me help you out of those jeans, ok?” Shuhei nodded numbly as Grimmjow undid the button and zipper and hitched the dark haired man’s jeans down, pulling them completely off and dropping them on the floor. He then reached into a drawer on the coffee table, and retrieved a bottle of lubricant.

                Shuhei was surprised. “What, do you guys have lube stashed all over the house?”

                Grimmjow smirked and poured a little of the thick liquid on his fingers. “More places than you’d expect,” he admitted. “You know we like to get rowdy…”

                Shuhei bit his lip and gasped sharply at the sensation of the cold fluid against his fevered skin. A finger slid against his entrance and he moaned, squirming impatiently, pressing against it desperately. He let out a low cry of fulfillment as it slipped inside, sinking slowly, slowly deeper, twisting as it worked up to the knuckles then withdrew, joined by a second as the process was repeated. Shuhei increased in volume when the third finger was added, tears dampening his thick, beautiful lashes as he panted in desire. “Oh Grimmjow,” he moaned, grabbing the front of the other’s shirt and clenching it in tightened fists. “Fuck me. Just fuck me, please. I feel like I’m going to die…”

                Grimmjow laughed. “I know it probably feels that way, but you’re not going to die,” he reassured Shuhei, who seemed oblivious to anything but the pleasurable sensations that he was being gifted with. “But I’m happy to oblige you,” he added as he hitched his pants down and freed his weeping arousal, smearing the remainder of the lube from his fingers onto it as he hoisted Shuhei’s legs up over his shoulders and thrust inside of him roughly. The dark haired man roared in ecstasy, clutching still at Grimmjow’s shirt, pulling so hard that stitches could be heard popping along the seams. Grimm leaned down and licked Shuhei’s ear. “I remembered,” he teased and drew out slowly, ramming forcefully into him again, drawing another cry, this one more of a sob. “You like it rough, don’t you, Shuhei?”

                “Oh, fuck yes,” he gasped, eyes rolled back, ankles locking behind Grimmjow’s neck as he was lost in a delirium of overwhelming sensation unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Grimmjow continued to pound into him, nails clawing against Shuhei’s sides and chest, mouths pressed together in a bruising kiss, teeth snapping at his tongue and lips. “Ngh… Oh Grimm, please,” Shuhei murmured, rolling his hips to meet each thrust, back arching as he keened in passion. Grimmjow’s hand found Shuhei’s neglected erection leaking between the two of them, and stroked it in time to his thrusting. The dark haired man beneath him thrashed and screamed something unintelligible and animalistic sounding as he came, spilling all over his chest, one hand clawing into the back of the sofa.

                Grimmjow was right behind him, every bit as loud as he came, filling Shuhei with wet heat. Both of them collapsed, and Shuhei was asleep almost instantly, exhausted quite thoroughly. Grimmjow peeled off his sweat soaked shirt and fell on top of Shuhei, listening to the pounding of Shuu’s heart eventually begin to slow and his fever seeming to break at last. He slipped into a light slumber, pants half down, right there on the couch.

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                When Hallibel and Renji got back, they were laughing coming back through the garage, talking and joking, but Hallibel help her hand up suddenly and sniffed.

                “What?” Renji asked, smelling nothing himself but assuming the house must have been on fire or something.

                “You really can’t smell that?” Hallibel asked incredulously, and Renji shook his head. Hallibel sighed. “You Shinigami,” she mused, and held a finger to her lips as she turned the door knob and quietly peeked in. She smirked and motioned secretively for Renji to look.

                Renji was shocked to see Grimmjow, half clothed, on top of a stark naked Shuhei, both passed out on the couch. Hallibel shut the door and went to the futon in the garage, pushing it back up into a couch. She seated herself on it and retrieved two bottles of beers from the mini fridge, passing one to Renji. “They’re so cute like that,” she said with a smile and twisted off the top, taking a sip.

                “I thought Shuu wasn’t feeling good?” Renji replied, a little perplexed.

                “He was going into heat, Renji,” Hallibel told him seriously, and was met with a confused, wide-eyed stare. “Oh, of course you wouldn’t know all this,” she realized, and began to explain. “Souls are souls. Human, Shinigami, Hollow… They’re still souls. In a pack like this, the least dominant one will sometimes come into heat. The only cure is to satisfy the instinct to mate.”

                “Well damn, that happened kind of quickly,” Renji remarked, opening his own beer and taking a long pull.

                “He’s most likely been on the verge for a long time. Last night with Grimmjow must have pushed him over.” Hallibel swirled her bottle. “Grimm’s got that strong, animal charisma, you know. Probably triggered Shuu.” Renji hummed in agreement, and Hallibel looked at him, somewhat worried. “Are you okay with this? I told Grimm I didn’t mind him having some fun with you boys, but it had to be ok with both of you.”

                Renji waved her off. “Nah, it’s fine. I didn’t get it before, but he’s safe, somehow. I know he won’t come between us.”

                Hallibel patted him lovingly on the cheek. “No, of course not.”
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