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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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Offspring

The entire table froze, and slowly turned towards the nest where Ichigo and Szayel were both eating their own share of dinner. Neither one wanting to leave their eggs when they were so close to hatching, especially his. Ichigo had ceased eating the moment the sound of his egg cracking had registered in his brain. Now he was watching his egg intently, excitement coursing through his veins and dinner completely forgotten. This may be his sixth cub, he considered Hijastro his after all, but it still never ceased to bring up excitement in him. The egg was rocking back and forth now, and several more cracks appeared along the shell. The sound of their making echoing in the suddenly very silent and still room.

Grimmjow was by his side in a flash of Sonido. Everyone else abandoned the table as well, crowding around at a respectable distance to watch the egg hatch. Cooing and encouragement came from the crowd as the egg rocked. The cubs jumped up and down excitedly as they urged their newest sibling on, or in the case of those with no blood relation, their newest playmate.

Back and forth the egg rocked, more lines appearing as the shell cracked. The egg rolled onto it�s side in the nest before rolling once more to face top up as it got caught in between two pillows. The top of the shell finally popped up, before popping right back down in place as gravity took effect. There was a growl of frustration from inside the egg, than the top went flying off to land a few inches away. A pair of hands appeared at the top of the shell; humanoid hands. There was some grunting from the shell, then a head popped up, one covered in a mop of white hair framing a pale, humanoid face.

Ichigo stared at his cub in surprise as it pulled itself completely out of the shell, little legs kicking before plopping down onto the pillows. Unlike all the other cubs, this one didn�t seem to be animal like at all, with the exception of the eyes and tail. The eyes were golden and slit, but every other bit of this cub looked like a pale human with white hair. A damn near carbon copy. The only thing he seemed to have picked up from his Sire at all was the white tail.

�You have got to be kidding,� Szayel bemoaned, even as the cub turned golden eyes towards the Natural Beta.

�Somehow, this is your fault, isn�t it?� Ichigo demanded, unable to decide if he should be annoyed, amused, or pissed at his hollow half.

�You are the one who let your Beta screw you,� H�tsu pointed out, ire in the hollow�s tone. �And I was the one who had to suffer for it,� he added with a pathetic whine. �Weeks of weakness. The nausea. I must have gained three pounds. THREE! I had never felt so fat, all because I was too sick to move and keep in shape.�

Ichigo gave his head a bit of a shake and left Zangetsu to calm the irate hollow down. His Zanpakuto managed to do so in short order, allowing Ichigo to study his cub more intently, not that there was much more to note. Other than the tail, the cub was a damn near copy of H�tsu, one that was currently sniffing the air for his first meal.

Szayel gave a shiver, but didn�t move away and adjusted his yukata to bear his chest as the cub crawled towards him, drawn by the scent of milk. It had been some time since H�tsu had broken the man, but the memory was still there, even faded with time. The new cub tumbled the last little distance towards the Beta, nosing along until it found a nipple to feed from before settling in comfortably to feed. Szayel seemed to relax after that, the act of breastfeeding relaxing to both cub and Natural Beta.

�He�s adorably, Ichi-nii,� Yuzu announced cheerfully, breaking the awe induced silence.

�This calls for a celebration!� Isshin announced with a loud cheer. �Another perfect Grandson! Oh you make you father so proud Ichigo,� Isshin declared, tears streaming down his face.

�Calm down Goat Face, you are an embarrassment,� Karin growled.

While it was nice to see a bit of her fire back, Ichigo still couldn�t help but to notice the difference in his sister. Before, Karin would have backed up her bark with a well placed kick or punch to their father�s face or midsection. But now she tended to keep her arms either crossed or wrapped around her torso in a defensive manner. She also didn�t wander too far from Yylfordt.

�He won�t let her King,� H�tsu stated. �It will be some time before he lets her out of his sight.�

�Yeah,� he agreed, understanding completely.

After Szayel had separated him from Grimmjow, Zangetsu had to damn near pry him away from his Beta and egg when it had been laid. While he still felt defensive of his sisters virtues, but he honestly could not think of anyone better for Karin than Yylfordt, or Tesra for Yuzu. The Arrancar understood the things Karin had gone through, had even been there when she had killed her first man. Yylfordt did not pity Karin, did not think her weak. If anything, he thought her strong for being able to keep going forward, for standing there before them after the things that she had gone through. She had killed, and it had hurt her, but she hadn�t hesitated either. She had done what she could for their family, their pack. It had hurt her, but she didn�t whine about it, nor did she push away the silent help offered towards her.

�Who wants cake?� Yuzu asked.

A loud, boisterous amount of agreement met his sister�s question. The cubs let out loud cheers of their own and rushed back to the table, their new playmate and sibling instantly forgotten. Yuzu had a cake ready for just this occasion, and Tesra went to retrieve it while she helped the other adults settle the cubs back in at the table. Hollow cubs tended to be born on a pretty set date, so Yuzu had made the cake yesterday in anticipation of the cub hatching at any minute.

The rest of his friends offered their congratulations before returning to the table to score a piece of Yuzu�s cake before it could be devoured by the hungry cubs. No one dared to miss a crumb of Yuzu�s cooking, and the competition was looking pretty fierce. Well, no one but the two current Mapa�s and his mate. Grimmjow was still staring at their newest cub in what seemed to be a state of shock and disbelief. Ichigo smirked and shook his head, completely understanding how his Beta felt. No doubt his own face had looked similar the day Cachorro had hatched.

Grimmjow remained at the nest while the others retreated for dessert, staring at the offspring HE had sired in awe. Not that he felt any less love for the cubs Ichigo had sired and he had carried, but there was something amazing about having been the sire of this one. He could just stare at the cub and remember what it felt like to be buried in his mate, to be the one on top for a change. It had felt wonderful, and yet wrong at the same time. Like a cheat. He hadn�t won the battle, Ichigo had let him top. The next cub, and all future ones, he would carry. At least until the day he could truly beat Ichigo in the battle for dominance. He doubted such a day would ever come, but it made for a good wet dream.

The cub finished feeding and crawled back towards them, tumbling about as he did so until he fell against Ichigo�s side. With a wide smile, Ichigo cradled their newest son close while he set about cleaning up the shell pieces from the nest. They were brittle and cracked in his hand a few times as he picked up the pieces, but he didn�t want to leave them laying around where sharp edges could cut into skin or worse, have the cub try to eat them and end up cutting up his mouth or insides. He paused as another piece cracked� only, none of the pieces in his hand had cracked.

He froze, not daring to move. The soft sound of shell cracking reached his ears again, and it was definitely not coming from him. Ichigo and Szayel had looked at him in confusion as he froze, but the stillness of the nest caused them to hear what he had heard.

Three sets of eyes darted towards Szayel�s egg, an egg that was a week younger than Ichigo�s. An egg that shouldn�t be hatching, and yet appeared to be if the hairline cracks in the shell were anything to go by.

�No, no, no, no,� Szayel frantically begged, moving back to his egg and hovering over it in a state of panic. �It�s too early. Please don�t do this to me.�

But a few more cracks appeared in the shell and the egg rocked back and forth weakly.

�Does this happen often?� Ichigo asked worriedly and Szayel�s panic increased as the egg continued to rock back and forth.

�No, never. It�s too early,� Szayel frantically answered, pulling at his hair in frustration. �The cub hasn�t had time to fully form. It�s going to be premature. The lungs might not even be fully formed. It might be too little to feed. Oh Kami, stay in there little one,� Szayel begged, tears threatening the corners of his eyes.

There was a good chance this cub wouldn�t make it. Szayel had already miscarried twice thanks to H�tsu, and had lost one after laying it due to the loss of protection when its sire had died and an invader had come into the den. Now it looked like he was about to lose another.

�Dad,� Ichigo called, a hint of worry in his voice.

Isshin came over, leaving the table of excited family and friends behind as they all dove into the cake Yuzu had made, as well as finishing the rest of their hastily abandoned dinner. The big grin on Isshin�s face faded as he took in the near panic of those present, the elder Shinigami�s eyes darting instantly towards his grandchild. The cub let out a yawn and shifted into a more comfortable position in Ichigo�s arms. The egg rocked and another crack appeared, drawing Isshin�s attention towards the impending child.

�It�s too early,� Szayel moaned.

Isshin instantly adopted a professional demeanour, back straightening as he clued into the issue.

�Easy Szayel, children are born early all the time. We have the resources here to deal with anything that might arise from an early birth,� Ichigo reminded him.

�Ichigo is right. We can handle this,� Isshin added confidently. �I am going to go grab a few things. I�ll be right back,� Isshin promised, disappearing in a flash of Shunpo and all signs of goofery gone as if it never existed.

The egg continued to rock, and now the sound of weak mewling could be heard coming from within as well. If the cub was mewling, than at least the lungs had to have been somewhat formed. Isshin returned with a large bag of supplies even as the cub finally broke free of the shell and weakly flopped to the blanket covered ground, barely twitching and with a bit of the placenta still attached to it�s belly, a sure sign the cub wasn�t fully formed yet.

She was small, easily half the size Cachorro had been. Her eyes were not open either, but her nose twitched as she sniffed the air about her. Ichigo moved in and gently started to examine the weak, mewling cub while Isshin pulled out equipment from the bag. This was the sort of thing Ichigo had gone to school for, the reason they had spent so long in the Living realm. With deft precision, Ichigo accepted the things his father passed him and set to work, getting tubes down the cubs nose and a ventilator set up over the nose afterwards so oxygen could be sent to the lungs. The cub protested weakly, but Ichigo�s hands remained firm as he set about doing what needed to be done, mindful of the placenta as he did so.

One of the things Isshin had brought was a modified breast pump, which Szayel used to quickly get some milk out of his body. The pink haired Arrancar�s hands shook with emotion, but he managed to pump an okay amount by the time Ichigo asked for it. Grimmjow had wondered what the tube down the cubs nose was for, and he learned now as Ichigo attached what looked like a syringe to the tube and filled it with milk before letting gravity drain the milk into the cub.

�Dad, can you make sure the incubator is ready. We will bring her over as soon as the feed is done,� Ichigo ordered.

�On it,� Isshin assured him, rising to his feet and quickly departing the room.

The commotion in the nest had caught everyone else�s attention, and the celebratory mood had suddenly vanished. When Grimmjow looked over, it was to see Yuzu and Tesra ushering the cubs out of the room with the help of Ichigo�s Shinigami friends. Something about playing in the pool if he caught the conversation right.

�Grimmjow, can you watch the new cub while I deal with this one?� Ichigo asked softly.

�Yeah, sure,� he agreed with a grunt.

Ichigo shouldn�t have been so worried over a cub not his own, but that was just how the young man was. While extremely rare, it wasn�t unheard of for a hollow who had just had a cub, or was about to, to adopt an orphaned cub; especially if they were a Naturally Born Beta.

The tube finished emptying and Szayel finally move forward to gingerly pick up his cub while Ichigo picked up the heavy oxygen tank. Together, they made their way to the fully stocked infirmary. It was the last he saw of his mate and Szayel for two weeks, although Isshin was kind enough to bring him the milk Szayel made sure to pump for their cub. When Ichigo finally did emerge, the hybrid was worn thin and all but collapsed into their nest in a boneless heap.

Two weeks. It took two weeks for the little female cub to start gaining weight and feed on her own. It was slow, but she was gaining weight and strength, enough so that they were able to remove the feeding tube as she was feeding unaided from Szayel and the placenta had finally disappeared as it had been used up by the growing cub.

It was touch and go for the first five days. She had stopped breathing four times, the alarms alerting them and sending them jumping to get her breathing again. The second day had been the worse, for her heart had stopped beating and she had been too weak to even mewl in distress through the whole ordeal.

After those frightful five days her vitals stabilized. Szayel and Ichigo were both in a state of haggard disrepair after that first week. Neither one had left the cub�s side and each emergency had been emotionally wearing, especially when her heart had stopped. Szayel had sobbed for an hour after that terrifying event, and Ichigo had simply held him while the man cradled his weak daughter, the little cub struggling every second to keep living.

The first time she managed to feed on her own brought tears of joy to Szayel�s face, and the day they put her on the scale to see she had finally gained two ounces had them both practically celebrating. After that first week, the little girl slowly started to recover and grow. By the end of the second week, she was feeding completely on her own and had gained ten ounces since she had been born. It was promising, but they both agreed she should remain in the NICU for now. With the cub out of danger, Ichigo could finally see to his own family, and his own son.

�Hijastro is going to want to see her,� he pointed out to Szayel. �Should I tell her she can come visit?�

�Yes,� Szayel agreed easily. �She is calm enough I am not worried. I am sorry Ichigo, I have been keeping you from your own cub,� he apologized.

�Don�t fret over it. He has the entire pack to keep him happy. This one needed me more. It�s kind of nice to see all of that training and years of schooling pay off. I look forward to threatening away any suitors when she�s older,� he smirked.

Szayel shared an amused grin with him before waving him off to finally see how his own family was doing. Hopefully, Grimmjow and the cubs wouldn�t be too upset with him for having neglected them for so long. He hadn�t lied to Szayel though, the little female cub had needed him, and while Isshin was trained, Szayel simply didn�t trust him enough to relax around the former Taichou.

Ichigo sent one last look at the Arrancar, his daughter curled up protectively against him as she fed, before he finally slipped out of the NICU to head towards his own den and waiting family. Hopefully, his youngest son would still recognize him.

Ichigo had spent the last two weeks holed up with Szayel. This had left him in charge of the cub he had sired, not to mention all the other cubs he had born plus one. Hijastro, deprived of her Mapa and Sire, had been grouped in with his own offspring. Not that it bothered him in the least. She was pack, and a well behaved cub that often helped Cachorro reign in the triplets when play got a bit rough with their youngest sibling. Yylfordt and Karin were also more than willing to assist him and take the triplets while he attended to things around the quickly growing den. The first batch of cubs were getting old enough to no longer require constant supervision either. In fact, when the four youngsters napped, Cachorro and Hijastro were quite capable of entertaining themselves and staying out of trouble while he took a quick breather.

�It will be good practice for their own cubs,� he couldn�t help but to think whenever he thought of Ichigo�s sister and the blond haired Arrancar courting her.

He had no doubt that there would be cubs in their future. He kind of looked forward to it in an odd way. One of his own pack would be raising cubs of his own. Nothing spoke more of a healthy and powerful pack than when the lesser members were breeding and rearing their own cubs.

Yuzu had to return to the living realm to attend school and Tesra had followed her, not only because he was courting her, but because Isshin had remained behind to assist with the premature cub and someone had to protect his poor, precious, defenceless daughter. He had little doubt that Yuzu and Tesra would probably be the first to breed. Yuzu was far more maternal than Karin was and Tesra already had a cub and all the experience that went with it. Ternero and Yuzu were close, the woman easily adopting the cub as her own. The teenager had spent more time with Ternero than the boy�s own Sire had; not too surprising seeing as how Tesra and Yylfordt had only mated under duress in the first place.

Karin was still not ready to return to her home, and a part of him wondered if she ever would be. From what he understood, Isshin had talked to her teachers and Yuzu was bringing the work home for her to do via correspondence. They hadn�t even lied to the school board too much this time, informing them that she had been kidnapped and experimented on by some insane nut ball. The number of letters Isshin had brought back with him on one trip home to check on his precious daughter was astonishing.

�No wonder she doesn�t want to go back. All that �pity� would make me sick, not to mention wanting to rip some fucking heads off.�

Perhaps that was one solid reason Yylfordt and Karin had grown so close. There was no pity between them, only understanding. While Karin hadn�t gone through nearly half the shit Yylfordt had, she had at least gotten a taste of it, which was far more than any human, civilian child should have ever experienced.

Grimmjow jerked his thoughts away from such morbid thing. Both were doing well, and holding the Beta couple spot within the pack. There was no reason to dwell on them when there was something far more exciting, and pleasant, to enjoy right here in front of him.

His newest cub was quickly accepted by the others, and while very humanoid in shape, and damn near a carbon copy of H�tsu, the cub turned out to be just as hardy as the others and was quick to join in their games of tumble and pounce, even if he was still half their size and not nearly as strong. Cachorro was always there to make sure the play never got too rough. His son was going to be a powerful Alpha one day, that was for sure. In fact, he could even leave the cubs alone with Cachorro and Hijastro for short periods of time. Not that he needed too, Karin and Yylfordt were more than willing to watch them while he took care of the duties expected of the Alpha pair. Since Ichigo was disposed of taking care of premature cub, he was the one who had to take the lead, which may have been for the best. He spoke the language after all and could make sure those hoping to join their city and pack knew and understood Ichigo�s goals and expectations.

As promised, Ichigo had let any other Arrancar move back into what he considered their city anyhow, so long as they adhered to his rules. Slowly, Harribel and her pack were scrutinizing those returning and setting them up in quarters spread out throughout the city, as well as organizing patrols and even giving the returning Arrancar jobs to do to keep them out of trouble; the biggest one being to repair the massive city and scour every inch for salvageable supplies. Hell, he had even heard that a few were opening shops.

Harribel�s fraccion had scoured all the clothing, bed sheets, curtains and other fabric they could find left lying around up, and with some help from Ichigo�s Quincy friend and his private collection of dyes, and even some spare fabric, they were fashioning clothing that were as different from the uniforms Aizen had made them wear as one could get. The city of white was slowly turning into a kaleidoscope of colours. Even the other human boy, Chad, was introducing them to the finest line of Mexican cuisine one could find, and since most of the food they were using was imported from Soul Society, it even had a resemblance of nutrients for them.

Most of the Arrancar who hesitantly approached them were the ones they had rescued from Kurotsuchi when they found Yylfordt and Tesra. Their time imprisoned, the experiments conducted on them, the few who had been raped or forced to exchange sexual pleasures for the sake of something so simple as food or a blanket, were so mentally damaged they could hardly even be called hollows anymore. Lo and behold if poor little Hanataro, who was suppose to be Karin and Szayel�s medical councillor, didn�t end up opening his own office and spending most of his time trying to heal and help those Kurotsuchi had damaged. Perhaps it was his slight, demur appearance that made those Arrancar trust him, or at least feel unthreatened by him, for nothing about Hanataro was threatening. Perhaps it was �safer� to confide in someone you know you could kill with a flick of your wrist. Either way, Hanataro didn�t turn any that approached him away.

So here it was, Las Noches, barely two weeks along and it already had a clothing shop, a food shop, and a psychiatrist/doctor. It was to an interesting city and pack Ichigo returned to when the Alpha finally rejoined his family in their den. Szayel would be staying in the NICU until his daughter was stable enough to risk being brought out. Hijastro was upset she hadn�t seen her Mapa and new sibling in the last two weeks, but she was as understanding as a child could be and the other cubs kept her distracted with their games. Ichigo had assured the young child that he would bring her to see her new sibling and Mapa in the morning, and that definitely helped ease the child enough she was sleeping well this night.

�She gonna make it?� Grimmjow questioned as he finally got to snuggle with his mate.

�Yes. The worst and most dangerous phases are pass,� Ichigo answered, exhaustion laden in his voice. �Thanks for taking care of the cubs while I was away. Seems like I make a dreadful Mapa,� he sighed.

�Yeah, well, just leave that to me from here on out. It was nice ta top ya, but it just felt�. wrong,� he confessed.

�Hmm,� Ichigo agreed. �Is there anything else to report, or did you pretty much fill me in on everything that has happened while I was busy?�

�That�s pretty much it, well, other than Harribel want�s to know what mating rules are to be enforced. You know how we do things, someone stronger sees someone weaker that looks like they might bear good cubs, and bam, we go after them,� he pointed out.

�Yeah, I don�t want to see any of that. It�s too close to rape, and honestly, if what Hanataro reported to me earlier today is true, I think it might do more harm than good for those that spent time under Kurotsuchi. If anyone want�s to mate, both parties must be in agreement. They can have the battle for dominance after that,� he declared firmly.

�And the cubs?�

�The nursery is large enough to share. Truthfully, I think Kisuke built it with that very thought in mind. However, I only want mated couples with cubs up in this wing, other than ourselves of course. And maybe Harribel. Having three of the former Espada and myself here should deter anyone from thinking of trying something stupid. Once a couple mates they can move up here for the laying. No point in leaving the Beta where he or she could get into trouble. Temptation removed in no temptation at all.�

While Grimmjow felt that if an Alpha couldn�t protect his Beta, he didn�t deserve to have cubs in the first place, he had to admit that they were hardly in a normal circumstance. While Ichigo was bringing them together much as Aizen had done, this time it was their choice. Ichigo wouldn�t hunt them down for not agreeing to serve him. It was their own choice if they wanted to live here under those rules, and they could leave if they wanted to without the fear of being hunted down. Besides, they were not animals anymore, and when Ichigo began to vigorously nuzzle his neck, he couldn�t help but to appreciate that fact. Besides, there was nothing stopping him from topping his mate on occasion, especially since they had those wonderful little rubber things that would make sure the Alpha wouldn�t conceive.

Still, he had to admit, submitting was far, far more pleasurable, especially when you had and Alpha like Ichigo, and said Alpha was more than willing to make up for lost time and remind him just what submitting to the Hybrid entitled. Unfortunately, nuzzling was as far as it got to go. Their youngest and newest cub woke with a whine and Ichigo rolled over just in time to get a chest full of cub.

�I�ll get the bottle,� Grimmjow sighed.

�How many do we want?� Ichigo asked as he cradled his son.

�One bottle should be plenty,� he answered with a grunt.

�I meant cubs?� Ichigo rolled his eyes at him. �We have five together already, seven if we included Hijastro and the little girl Szayel hasn�t named yet.�

�As many as we can,� Grimmjow answered, his body giving an invulnerable shiver of pleasure at the thought of hundreds of years of sexual pleasure, and the mental image of the giant jungle gym covered in his offspring while they played and increased their hunting prowess was more than enough to give him a very pleasant feeling of maternal pride.

�I am not saying no to more cubs, but don�t you think we might want to space them out a bit?� Ichigo questioned, accepting the bottle of milk. �Maybe wait a bit until things settle down here before the next round.�

Well, Ichigo had a point. They should really get their new responsibilities settled in and use to the rules hear before mating again. There were bound to be a few Arrancar that were going to need their heads bashed in a few times to get the points home. Having the sheer number of cubs they had were already going to give them a �HOLY FUCK� factor with those joining them. Once they met and got a taste of their new Pack Alpha though� yeah, the Arrancar were going to come flocking. As with any pack, there would need to be a pecking order established. Best not to be weakened until that pecking order was firmly established.

�Let�s give it a good five years before the next round,� he agreed.

�Five year intervals?� Ichigo suggested.

Well, five years between cubs seemed reasonable to him. As long as they only had one to two cubs a mating, they would have roughly four to eight cubs in the den at any time. The rest would move on to form their own dens and sub packs. They city was more than large enough for it.

�Sounds good to me,� he agreed. �Just make sure you got enough rubber to make sure we can enjoy each other several times a night for the next five years,� he smirked.

�I�ll make sure,� Ichigo assured him with a wild smirk of his own. �Until then, let�s get this little one settled and back to sleep. Have you thought of a name yet?� he asked.

�I was sort of thinking Blanco,� Grimmjow chuckled.

�No,� Ichigo frowned at him. �And don�t you dare suggest Shiro either,� he growled warningly.

�Wouldn�t dream of it,� Grimmjow assured him.

They stared at the nursing cub in thought.

�What did Szayel name his girl?�

�He hasn�t yet. He probably doesn�t want to get attached until he is sure she will make it,� Ichigo answered softly.

It made sense. It would be easier to let go of a cub that didn�t have a name if the little girl didn�t make it. His cub, however, was perfectly healthy and needed a name. They tossed names back and forth until the cub finished nursing and they set the little boy back to sleep. They still hadn�t settled on a name, but there were a few that held promise.

Curling back up with his mate, Grimmjow slipped into slumber easily, the rest of his family sprawled out around him. He couldn�t ask for more in his life.

Dear lord, sorry this took so long to get out, but it just would not write itself. I am honestly not happy with it either, it�s sort of half chapter, half the start of the epilogue. Well, here it is anyhow. Huge hugs for those that took the time to review.

Sadly, the only thing left now is the epilogue. Hopefully, that won�t take two months to pound out.
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