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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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Attempted Study Session

　

Grimmjow�s eyes opened once he was certain Ichigo had fallen asleep. Such a pathetic trick like pretending to sleep generally went against his principles, but he really had no interest in talking right now and his body was fairly sore from the pounding he had received.

Granted it was a pleasurable sore and one he definitely didn�t mind. Ichigo was quickly gaining a hand on how Hollows tended to mate and he wondered briefly if it was simple instinct that was leading Ichigo or if he had been following the Hollow�s instruction.

He was pretty sure the teen had been completely dominated by instinct, seeing as how he had made no protest to his back being shredded. In fact, he swore the teen lived for the pain as much as he loved his throat being lightly mauled.

A hand touched his throat, recalling the feeling of teeth grazing and nipping it had so pleasantly received. A small amount of blood appeared on his fingers and he couldn�t help but to lick them clean.

The thrill of danger was so intoxicating that he couldn�t help but to admit that, somehow, Ichigo knew just how to push his pleasure buttons. He wondered what kind of things he could do to the teen when it was his turn to dominate that would have the hybrid withering and whimpering beneath him.

At least the teen was interested in pleasuring him. As Alpha Ichigo didn�t need to worry about any pleasure but his own and he had to reluctantly admit that things were not so bad, at least not yet anyway.

�King is too soft on you, pet.�

Grimmjow stiffened as his thoughts were broken and the arm around him tightened to make sure he wouldn�t, or more like couldn�t, escape.

�What the fuck you want?� he growled in exhausted annoyance.

�I want my turn,� the Hollow complained.

Grimmjow stiffened in fear. In his current state he could do nothing to stop the other from taking him.

�Fortunately for you, King said I couldn�t,� the arm holding him in place was suddenly removed as Ichigo�s body stood up and stretched before looking over his shoulder at the quickly healing back.

He remained as still as he could be, not daring to set this powerful predator off and astonished at how fast the flesh had healed. Apparently high speed regeneration was an ability Ichigo had been holding out on him about.

�Hungry? You should be after all the physical exertion you have been putting out,� Hollow Zangetsu laughed.

�Huh?� he asked smartly, the question taking him by surprise.

�We both know Ichigo doesn�t have the heart to hunt properly for ya, he�s still pathetically weak in that regard. Don�t go too far pet. King said I couldn�t fuck ya or deliberately hurt ya, but he didn�t say I couldn�t punish you for leaving the safety of the nest.�

And with that Ichigo�s body leaped from the window and was gone. The Hollow wasn�t gone long, and when he returned it was with food in tow, their kind of food. A part of him wanted nothing to do with anything the Hollow part of Ichigo�s soul had touched, but the far more primal and instinctual part of him quickly kicked common sense back into the lead and he found himself devouring the offered meal, indicating how hungry he actually was.

�Good Pet,� the Hollow purred shortly after he had eaten every last piece of meat and bone that had been delivered to him.

�I ain�t your fucking pet, so stop calling me that,� Grimmjow snarled in anger.

�So feisty. I love that. I hope King tires of you quickly so I can have you. I can�t wait to train you properly, maybe snap a pretty little collar around you neck.�

�Ain�t going to happen,� he snapped. �The next time I am going to come out on top and Kurosaki will be the one on his knees before me, so keep dreaming H�tsu,� he snarled.

�H�tsu?� the Hollow questioned intrigued, cocking his head to the side.

�You said you were the Hollow part of Zangetsu, that�s too bloody long and annoying,� he explained.

�H�tsu. The shortened form of Hollow Zangetsu,� he mused. �I like it pet. For that, I will let you sleep unmolested tonight. You should be resting anyway. I wouldn�t want to risk any harm coming to King�s offspring.�

And with that H�tsu returned to bed and Ichigo�s body fell once more into slumber.

�I ain�t your bloody pet,� he growled before reluctantly also returning to bed.

He hesitated briefly, not wanting to get within range of H�tsu, but there was nowhere else to sleep comfortably and he desperately needed sleep. He was hardly in bed before he found himself once more in Ichigo�s grasp with the teen nuzzling his neck contently.

He felt his body give of a shiver in delight at the dangerous sensation before he quickly drifted off. There was just something about Ichigo�s scent and the feeling of that powerful, thrumming reiatsu that calmed him. It tasted different than H�tsu�s did. This felt safe and powerful while the other reeked of a dangerous violence.

　

　

The next morning Grimmjow woke up to find himself alone in bed. He felt a brief moment of panic as the fear he had been abandoned to fend for himself slammed into him, but it didn�t last long before he felt the familiar pulse of Ichigo�s reiatsu heading his way.

The door opened and Ichigo walked in with two things. The first was his uniform, clean and dry once more. The other was a cup, and judging by the smell coming from it, it was a cup of coffee.

�Good morning. I know you said you don�t need to eat our food, but you seemed to like the coffee Urahara gave us, so I made a pot,� Ichigo offered slightly uncomfortably.

It smelt divine and he all but snatched the cup from Ichigo�s hand to cradle the warmth before taking a sip. Now if Aizen had served them this stuff than those meaningless meetings they had suffered through might have been slightly less annoying and almost worth going to.

�I have to head out soon. I got to meet up with Ishida to study, I am behind in my school work thanks to the war,� Ichigo explained sheepishly.

A part of him didn�t want his Alpha too far away for the sake of protection while the rest of him was silently asking why the teen hadn�t left yet. It was rather frustrating. He hated not knowing what he wanted like some sort of woman.

At least there was one thing he did know he wanted, and that was more of the thing called �coffee.� His cup was already finished and he looked up at Ichigo.

�You said something about a pot?� Grimmjow questioned, absently sniffing the air and catching more of that wonderful scent.

�Yeah, it�s downstairs in the kitchen,� Ichigo smiled softly.

He didn�t need any more encouragement. He followed the scent to the pot, completely ignoring the fact he was walking around the house naked, and quickly poured himself another cup. He sighed in bliss at the flavour as it touched his tongue. Seriously, why couldn�t Aizen have served them this stuff instead of that weakly flavoured water?

�You don�t mind I am going to be gone for a few hours?� Ichigo asked.

That question again, followed by the uncertainty.

�I ain�t the Alpha, do what you want,� he grunted. �It�s not like anything in this realm is a threat to me even in a severely weakened state,� he pointed out more for himself than the concerned teen, although he would never admit it.

He did his best to force his body to relax, taking another soothing sip of coffee, but it did little to help alleviate his growing anxiety. Something in his posture or reiatsu must have given him away to Ichigo, because the teen was still hesitating.

�I could always ask Ishida to come over here and study instead,� Ichigo offered hesitantly. �If you don�t mind the company,� he added.

It sickened him how quickly the idea made him feel better and he found himself nodding in agreement before he could process a thought. He hid his scowl behind the mug in his hand.

�Fucking hell these hormones are driving me insane,� he snarled inward. �I can�t wait until this is all over. Than I am going to kick Kurosaki�s ass across this town, Hueco Mundo, and possibly Soul Society for good measure, for doing this to me. The next time it is so going to be his ass that is fucked,� he vowed darkly. �Repeatedly,� he added for good measure.

�Alright, I�ll give him a call,�

Grimmjow ignored the teen and simply poured himself another cup before taking the pot with him up the stairs and back to his Alpha�s den. He could feel his energy draining already and if he was going to stave off his hunger for the week it was going to take Urahara to build the Garganta than he was going to have to rest as much as possible.

The meal H�tsu had brought him helped a bit, but such a low level Hollow was the equivalent of eating a handful of crackers instead of a real meal. He could hardly even tell he had eaten anything at all.

He settled back onto the bed and set the pot on Ichigo�s desk. He stared at his uniform and debated on getting dressed or not. It�s not like he cared either way. Throughout evolution clothing was not really something any Hollow needs or wears until they reach either Vasto Lorde or the newly perfected Arrancar stage.

The uniform had been provided by Aizen, and even though he had designed something more for himself and honestly liked the design, the stark white of Aizen�s colours did bother him at times.

It was sickening really. He hated Aizen with a passion and yet the man had given him an actual purpose in life and things to be proud of, like his former ranking. It all meant nothing now and yet he still found himself clinging to some of the things Aizen had given him simply because giving those last few things up left him with nothing. He no longer had a pack and had very little reason to get stronger now that he was pretty much the most powerful being in Hueco Mundo with the other Espada dead. He really didn�t have anything in his old life left in whatever his current life was looking like now.

His phase as an Adjucus was over. His phase as Aizen�s play thing was done with. As much fun as it was, he had noticed in the last few days that even his desperate sparing with Ichgio was beginning to become almost tedious.

His stomach gave a strange twist and he scowled at it for a moment before sighing and resting a hand on it. He did have one thing to look forward to. His life as one of the Espada was over and it was time to acknowledge that.

Taking a fortifying sip of coffee he ignored his uniform and stood up to start rooting about Ichigo�s room without the slightest hint of hesitation or remorse. His own fastidious nature was pleased the teens room was fairly clean and organized for it made his rooting about that much more productive.

　

　

A knock on the front door announced Ishida�s arrival and the Quincy let himself in after three strong taps.

�Kurosaki?� he called, stepping into the house.

�In the Dinning room,� Ichigo called back.

Ishida removed his shoes and joined Ichigo, setting his bags of books down on the kitchen table before glancing up at the ceiling with a raised eyebrow.

�Domesticated now?� Ishida asked.

�Oh shut up,� Ichigo scowled.

�Is there a reason he is staying here instead of returning to Hueco Mundo, besides the obvious?�

Ichigo�s face took on a curious expression as he both blushed at the insinuation and had a look of mortified despair. It instantly set Ishida�s mind racing.

�Kurosaki?� he questioned.

Ichigo groaned and collapsed into a chair, resting his head between his hands.

�Kurosaki, what happened?� Ishida demanded, sitting across from him worriedly and toying with his charm to summon his bow.

If Grimmjow had done something to his friend, regardless of the fact he would refute that Ichigo was his friend, the Espada would be one hell of a pincushion by the time Ishida was done with him.

�It�s going to come out sooner than later, so I might was well tell you,� Ichigo groaned. �Just�. promise you wont tell anyone else, okay? The only reason I am telling you is because you are probably going to figure it out anyway and I can�t keep a secret for the life of me.�

�I won�t tell anyone,� Ishida promised.

He was pretty damn worried now and felt himself gathering his power. He had no attachments to the Espada moving about upstairs and would have no qualms removing him from existence if the need arose.

�Did Grimmjow do something to you?� Ishida asked worriedly.

The quiet yet hysterical laugh Ichigo gave did nothing to help alleviate Ishida�s growing apprehension.

�No, it�s more like what I did to him,� Ichigo answered cryptically.

　

　

��. and that�s apparently how it is,� Ichigo finished exhaustedly.

Ishida was just staring at him in stunned shock while his mind attempted to process everything Ichigo had just told him. He swore he could actually feel and hear his brain reboot three times as it processed the information before finally getting the equation to work out and permit his mouth to finally work once more.

�He�s pregnant?� Ishida couldn�t help but to blurt out.

�Yeah,� Ichigo answered.

�And you are going to be a father?�

�Yeah, I know. I am still trying to come to terms with it myself,� Ichigo sighed in defeat, slumping pathetically in his chair.

�But�. he�s a he and you�re a he and�.�

�Technically, Hollows are apparently physically genderless. I explained that bit already.�

�So you are telling me he doesn�t have the�. um�.. you know�� parts,� Ishida murmured with an embarrassed blush.

�Oh no, he definitely has the parts,� Ichigo answered with a deep blush of his own, �he is at the top of the evolutionary scale after all.�

�It�s a lot to wrap your head around. Does anyone else know about all of this?�

�Just Urahara. He said he will work on something to hide his scent from other Hollows. He suggested we go back to Hueco Mundo because the air there is more rich and food more plentiful.�

�We, as in you as well?� Ishida questioned cautiously.

�Yeah. Look at his reiatsu, because I know you can. It�s apparently suppose to get worse the further along he goes. I can�t just abandon him and an innocent child, regardless of the fact it�s my own, to a fate like that. He needs protection.�

Ishida frowned, but conceded Ichigo had a point. He had thought that maybe Grimmjow had been sleeping and that was why his reiatsu had been so subdued, but now that he studied the Espada�s reiatsu more closely he realized just how drained it was. If Grimmjow was expected to lose even more power than Ichigo was right, the Espada was going to need protection. Hueco Mundo had no patience for the weak.

�You are already behind in your school work, and now you are suggestion you take off for another month, maybe two,� Ishida sighed.

�I know, but what can I do?� Ichigo questioned with a defeated, exhausted voice. �Hopefully Urahara will come up with those pills Aizen apparently use to feed them and we can return here.�

�Are you sure this is what you want?� Ishida asked.

�You know me,� Ichigo smiled weakly at him, �I always do what needs to be done regardless of what I want and help those that need it, regardless of the consequences.�

�That you do, weather they want your help or not. You are a very stubborn individual,� Ishida agreed, adjusting his glasses.

They both turned their attention to the entranceway when the sound of the stairs squeaking reached their ears. Ishida sat up straighter and took a somewhat defensive posture as Grimmjow appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but his white hakama tied rather loosely. One could even say they were on provocatively.

The Espada�s eyes roamed over him briefly, clearly assessing any threat to himself, before that piercing, blue gaze turned to Ichigo.

�What is it?� Ichigo asked concerned.

In answer, Grimmjow held out an empty pot without saying a word. Both teens stared at it for a moment before Ichigo chuckled and stood up.

�Would you like another pot?� he asked.

�If you got more,� Grimmjow shrugged as nonchalantly as he could.

�Yeah, I got more. It�ll take about five minutes. Do you want to stay down here with us or do you want me to bring it up when it�s done?� Ichigo asked.

�I can wait,� Grimmjow snorted, pulling a chair out and collapsing in it before once more locking his gaze on the Quincy.

�Alright,� Ichigo took the pot into the kitchen to get another one going.

Ishida and Grimmjow stared at each other while Ichigo was in the nearby kitchen. Both were studying the other, checking for any sign of a threat. This close Ishida was able to detect the secondary forming reiatsu inside Grimmjow and could actually sense the child, or whatever it was, draining the Espada sitting before him.

Ichigo was definitely right. If his power was already this drained after just a day than he certainly wouldn�t last a week alone in Hueco Mundo, and not just because of the other Hollows. Ishida knew the Twelfth Division had a camp there and if Kurotsuchi got his hands on a pregnant Arrancar, well, Ishida didn�t want to think about the consequences.

�Alright, the pot�s going,� Ichigo announced as he took his seat at the table again.

The two of them broke off their stares to turn their attention to the Shinigami.

�Good,� Grimmjow grunted.

�Coffee?� Ishida questioned as he caught the scent of the brewing beans. �I thought you despised coffee Kurosaki.�

�I am not a fan of it,� Ichigo shrugged, �but my old man drinks it a lot when he�s got late or long shifts and Karin likes to sneak some when she thinks no one is looking.�

�Karin?� Grimmjow questioned.

�My sister, the black haired one,� Ichigo answered.

�Ah her.�

�Wait, how do you know my sister?� Ichigo questioned sternly.

Ishida was highly surprised to notice that the sharp bite in Ichigo�s voice actually caused the Espada to actually flinch slightly.

�Actually, I would argue that looks more like a cringe,� Ishida noticed. �And did he just lower his posture?� the Quincy asked himself confused.

Yes, he was right, Grimmjow had dropped his posture at Ichigo�s demand. Most would never have noticed but Ishida was a very observant person.

�You do know she can see me right?� Grimmjow questioned. �She was bitching at me to lower my reiatsu one day when I was waiting for you to get home from school so I could kick your ass because I was apparently giving her a headache.�

�Is that why you always suppress it around the house?� Ichigo questioned surprised.

�Yeah. Girl�s got some balls standing up to me like that. I think the blonde can sense me, but she sure as hell can�t see me.�

�Yeah, Yuzu never was able to see spirits. I had forgotten Karin knew about me. She confronted me before the war took off and never pushed for information when I got back. It just sort of slipped my mind,� Ichgio sighed.

�Something you should definitely work upon, Kurosaki,� Ishida couldn�t help but to point up.

Ichigo tossed a scowl his way before given his head a shake with a sigh attached to the end.

�Whatever. Did you bring the books to study with or not?� he questioned.

�Yeah, hold on a second.�

Ishida started to did through his bags, pulling out their text books and spreading them across the table. Ichigo grabbed one and pulled it over to himself, flipping the book open to find the last page they had been on.

�Chapter ten or twelve, I don�t remember?�

�Twelve,� Ishida answered absently, pulling out his notebook and finding the sheets with their assignments. �Okay, we finished the two reports for history, so all we got left is the short essay and we are all caught up on that subject,� he reported. �We should start on Language Arts next.�

�I hate that class. At least History can be interesting, but I can�t stand poetry and that crap,� Ichigo complained.

�You only hate it because your simple mind can not comprehend the beauty of it,� Ishida taunted.

�Shit you sound like Szayel,� Grimmjow complained.

Ishida froze at the comment, his body going ridged as an image of the pink haired scientist flashed across his mind. He had never been so close to death, nor had he ever been so humiliated as he had been when that creature had defeated him. And yet, when he thought about it, he had never felt someone had ever so much deserved his fate and yet had been repulsed by it.

It had to have been one of the worst ways to die for nothing about it had been quick or painless. From what he understood from Kurotsuchi-taichou�s explanation, it would have seemed to the Espada as if time had come to a near stand still so that the few minutes it had actually taken for death to claim the Arrancar would have actually felt like millennia to him.

�Ishida?� Ichigo asked concerned.

�My apologies,� Ishida quickly regained control over himself, �I would thank you not to mention him again.�

�Him?� Ichigo questioned clueless.

�So you fought him huh? Must say I am surprised you survived. Szayel may not have been the strongest, but he had his tricks and he was definitely stronger than you.�

Ishida felt a vein pop.

�Tricks was the only reason he managed to last against us,� Ishida snapped, jumping to his feet in anger.

The room was once more starting to get heavy with tension and Ishida was starting to think that perhaps coming over was a bad idea. His sharp mind also caught something else of interest.

While he was ashamed that he had let control of his reiatsu slip during his outburst, he was shocked to noticed that Grimmjow had inched closer to Ichigo during it, and while the Espada still had a mocking smirk on his face, his body was acting completely different and looked ready to bolt from danger at a moments notice.

Ishida wondered if Grimmjow even realized how he was acting. He must have because he suddenly scowled and forced himself to sit more properly in his own seat. In the kitchen the coffee pot gurgled with that noise that meant it was pretty much ready.

�Coffee�s ready,� Ichigo broke the suddenly tense silence.

�Chu,� Grimmjow snorted, standing up to retrieve the pot himself before retreated back upstairs.

Ishida forced himself to sit back down again and watch the Espada as he retreated. His entire movement spoke of a cocky arrogance, but he still walked in a way that made him look like he was ready to bolt at a moments notice.

Perhaps he should talk to Urahara when they were done studying. If it was anyone that knew what was really going on and could use �real words� to describe it, it would be him. But for now, there was still a large number of over due assignments to catch up on.

With a sigh, he pulled a text book towards him and flipped it open.

�Chapter 12, right?� he questioned.

�Yeah,� Ichigo answered.

Ishida turned his attention to studying. He did have a future to think about after all.

　

　

　

Thank you so much to the few that took the time to review, it really does mean a lot to me. If you recall, H�tsu was the name agreed upon earlier. It has a nice yet sharp ring to it.

Next Chapter: H�tsu tells Ichigo there is an alternative feeding plan to that of hunting without telling him what it is. One that Grimmjow wasn�t willing to share with him and really doesn�t want to utilize.
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