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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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Ishida had just left over an hour ago. Despite the strange interactions earlier between Quincy and Espada, the two teens had managed to get a fair amount of their school work caught up, which was a relief. His family was due back tomorrow and school would be back in session the day after.

He still wasn�t positive what he was going to do about that. Apparently Karin was already aware of who Grimmjow was and he had no doubt that his father would be able to quickly determine what he was.

But honestly, could he bring himself to tell his family that he was going to be a father? His own father was going to kill him, beat him into a red pile of mulch on the ground before whining to that stupid poster of their mother about how irresponsible his son was becoming.

Ichigo sighed in frustration. Why was his life always the one so messed up? Why couldn�t he catch a damn break already? Wasn�t it Ishida�s turn to get some of this kind of crap thrown his way?

�Quit whining King. If you don�t want him, I�ll take him,� H�tsu offered.

As if his day wasn�t going bad enough as it was.

�What do you want?� Ichigo asked tiredly, in no mood to get into an argument tonight with his more vocal half.

�You have been neglecting Pet, leaving him all alone in your den all day. Your marking needs to be refreshed and you should probably feed him.�

Ichigo blinked in surprise, for although the tone had been mocking, there had been an undercurrent of concern as well. Since when did H�tsu care about anything other than fighting and wanting the body their shared to himself?

Ichigo felt a blush light his cheeks at the mention of �remarking� but scowled at the thought of �feeding.� Feeding meant he would have to go hunting Hollows and would need to bring them back alive to be consumed. He was not sure he could do something like that. To him it felt like condoning cannibalism, because really, that is exactly what it was.

�If it makes you so queasy King, I can always do the hunting for ya,� H�tsu offered eagerly.

�No!� Ichigo immediately countered.

�You don�t need to be so touchy. I promise I�ll only hunt Hollows,� he promised in a rather fake voice.

�H�tsu giving you problems?�

Ichigo jumped in surprise and turned his attention to Grimmjow, who was leaning casually against the doorframe.

�What?� He asked smartly.

�Your reiatsu is in flux, I am asking if H�tsu is giving you problems,� the Espada repeated.

�I�. yeah��H�tsu?� he questioned confused.

�Bastard needed a name,� Grimmjow shrugged, moving away from the wall.

�Wait, when have you two spoken?� he demanded, feeling a stab of fear race through his chest.

Had his Hollow managed to escape other times that he was unaware of? The thought sent a chill racing up his spine. Had something happened already that he was unaware of?

�When?� he demanded sharply, both out loud and in his head.

�The first time you took him,� H�tsu answered in his mind.

�Last night,� Grimmjow answered at the same time.

Two separate answers for two different occasions, neither of which he recalled. The thought terrified him as much as it infuriated him. Furious, he forced himself into his inner world.

It was time to make it quite clear who�s body this was and the fact that he would not stand for anyone taking it over without his permission. He didn�t even hesitate the moment he was in his inner world. He tore after H�tsu before he was even fully phased in, taking his hollow half by complete surprise with his aggression.

On his pole even Zangetsu seemed astonished by the fury Ichigo was putting out. H�tsu was instantly on the defensive and was barely able to block the rain of blows coming his way. Dark energy swirled about them as they fought and for once the Hollow was too busy defending himself to throw out any taunts.

�Ichigo,� Zangetsu called out after several minutes of the teen�s fury not abating in the slightest. �Ichigo,� he tried again when he was ignored.

When a third call did nothing to stop the onslaught, Zangetsu finally moved from his position and blocked the next attacks with his own body. Ichigo just barely managed to pull his swing and avoid hitting his Shinigami half and H�tsu�s blade was blocked by Zangestsu�s upturned wrist.

�Calm down,� Zangetsu ordered firmly.

�I am killing him,� Ichigo promised coldly.

�You can�t kill me, I am you,� H�tsu snarled. �And I am tired of being caged up all the time.�

�Enough of this for now. Ichigo, you are hurting your companion,� Zangetsu declared.

�I plan on doing more than hurting him,� Ichigo snapped.

�He means Pet, King,� H�tsu snapped back. �As usual your utter lack of control is hurting those around you,� H�tsu taunted.

Ichigo froze. He raced out of his inner world and snapped his eyes open, once more back in the kitchen. Grimmjow was leaning against the wall, panting for breath and looking rather weak.

�Are you okay?� he asked concerned.

�Fine!� Grimmjow snapped and forced himself to stand up straight.

The Arrancar made it three steps before nearly collapsing. Ichigo quickly caught him, worry racing through his body as he realized just how weak the other was. What the hell had happened?

�You assaulted him with you reiatsu while fighting,� Zangetsu answered calmly.

�I said I am fine, Kurosaki,� Grimmjow growled and tried once more to stand on his own power.

�Dumb ass, you have done more damage to him than I ever have,� H�tsu snapped.

Ichigo growled and Grimmjow froze in his arms, instantly giving up trying to stand on his own and going still and silent. It took a moment before Ichigo realized it and slowly helped the other stand before letting him go.

�I want to rest��. and I need to eat,� Grimmjow said hesitantly.

�Yeah, I understand,� Ichigo sighed. �But I still don�t like it,� he added silently.

�My offer still stands,� H�tsu commented.

�Shut up, just shut the fuck up,� Ichigo snarled.

He felt H�tsu jerk. Ichigo did not swear very often and the fact he had now showed just how much stress he was under.

�There is another option. He could consume some of your own released reiatsu,� H�tsu dared to speak up, using a softer tone Ichigo had never heard the Hollow use before.

�Released reiatsu?� he questioned despite himself.

If there was some way to feed Grimmjow without needing to hunt he would happily take it. The sooner Kisuke was able to get them to Hueco Mundo, and the sooner they could get those food tablets, the better.

�Just get him to bed and tell him you want him to feed from your reiatsu. He will know what to do from there,� H�tsu instructed in a neutral voice.

Ichigo really didn�t feel like trusting H�tsu right now, but the hollow had actually been right about refreshing his markings and other things. He sensed no deception from H�tsu; in fact everything involving this situation between him and Grimmjow had been surprisingly handled honesty and without any real form of deception. Deliberate vagueness out of the Hollow�s sick sense of humour yes, but it almost did seem like H�tsu was actually taking this seriously.

�Alright, first let�s get you into bed. Sorry about the reiatsu barrage,� he apologised sheepishly as he got them moving up the stairs towards his bedroom. �Even if I did feel like�. hunting, I don�t want to leave you alone weakened like this, so I want you to feed from my reiatsu instead.�

　

　

Feed from his reiatsu? He had never once mentioned that as a possibility simply because he refused to do such a thing, especially for a male Shinigami.

�Fucking bastard,� Grimmjow snarled inward. �H�tsu must have told him about it, fucking Hollow. I should have known better than to hope not mentioning it would mean I wouldn�t have to debase myself to do it,� he growled.

He knew H�tsu had to be behind the suggestion and he cursed Ichigo for making it an order. He felt his instincts leap at the offer while his mind remained sickened at the thought. His body desperately required sustenance and he had no doubt that Ichigo would pump out a fair amount of reiatsu.

�Is that what you want?� he asked softly.

�It�s more along the lines of what you need,� Ichigo answered. �And like I said, I don�t feel confident about hunting and leaving you alone weakened like this. If you can feed off of my reiatsu than that is what we will do.�

�Oh fuck no. I am not doing this every night for a fucking week,� he snarled inward. �or ever again for that fucking mater��fucking bastard is right though,� he mentally groaned. �I�ll do it tonight only because I agree with you. I need to eat and this is the fastest way to bring my strength back up, but I am not doing it again,� he snarled. �If I have to I will hunt for myself before doing this again,� he declared firmly.

�Alright,� Ichigo agreed easily.

That fact Ichigo had conceded without a fight was at least one relief. They made it to the den and Ichigo set him down on the edge of the bed. He rested for a moment, regaining his wits and trying not to think about what he was about to do.

It actually was rather common in the hollow world when kills were made too far away to bring back to the den. The Sire would eat and then return to the nest to share his essence with his Beta. Still, the thought sickened him as they were no longer simple, sexless Adjucus.

Slowly, he started to undress. Ichigo just watched him, a small light of lust lighting up in those piercing brown eyes. Ichigo stood before him, apparently waiting for him to undress him as well.

Holding back the rather viscous words that were bubbling on his lips, he slowly reached towards the teen and started to undo his pants before pulling them down. He kept his gaze locked on the floor, not wanting to see the smirk of satisfaction he was positive must have been on the teens face as he was reduced to this.

He finished undressing the teen before shifting forward on the bed apprehensively. He paused, seriously not wanting to do this and yet being far too prideful to beg not to. Still, he couldn�t help but to glance up and noticed the look of confusion, and lust, on Ichigo�s face.

Something quickly occurred to him, and in all honestly he realized he should have figured as much sooner. So far everything that had been required H�tsu had made him explain to Ichigo, so it should have been no surprise the Hollow expected him to explain this as well. Bastard.

�H�tsu didn�t tell you what it was you actually ordered me to do, did he?� he asked in apprehension.

�He just said you could feed from my reiatsu,� Ichigo answered slightly breathlessly.

There was no doubt his Alpha was aroused. The evidence was right in front of his face.

�Fucker,� Grimmjow muttered.

There was no point in delaying the inevitable and the tell tale signs of reiatsu so close to his mouth was singing to his maternal instincts. He needed to feed and there was a strong source of food right in front of his face.

He mentally snarled a thousand curses even as his instincts forced his body to betray him and he took Ichigo into his mouth, slowly starting to suck on the teens shaft to coax out the reiatsu infused fluid that was contained within Ichigo�s body.

Ichigo let out a loud gasp and his hands shot to steady himself on Grimmjow�s shoulders. The teen made keening noises as he worked, trying his damnedest to get his Alpha to cum so he could consume the reiatsu infused fluid and get this humiliation over and done with.

His work was suddenly interrupted when Ichigo shoved him away. He whimpered in protest, thinking for a moment that his Alpha had somehow been displeased and he was being denied a meal, but that fear was quickly alleviated when he noticed the golden eyed teen was crawling over him, a look of pure lust in his eyes, indicating that instinct had consumed him as well.

Ichigo adjusted him on the bed so he was laying down before straddling his face in such a way he was facing Grimmjow�s body.

�Eat,� Ichigo commanded in a voice that sent shivers up and down his spine.

He took the other in again, sucking desperately as much to end this humiliation as to get the meal just waiting for him. He fondled his Alpha�s sacks, trying anything he could think of to get the other to cum.

He let out a gasp as he felt warm, slick hands begin to fondle him as well and he suddenly understood why Ichigo had changed their positions and mounted him this way. His entire body was displayed before his Alpha to do with as he pleased in this position.

It became difficult to focus on his task as Ichigo�s skilled hands worked his own length. At one point the teen switched to a one handed hold while the other snaked down and under to fondle the entrance to his rear.

Grimmjow squirmed, trying to escape the probing digit before a displeased growl came from his Alpha and Ichigo pulled slightly away from his body. No! He needed to eat and he grasped the teens hips to hold him in place while forcing his body to remain still.

Appeased, Ichigo once more lowered himself back down and continued with his assault. Grimmjow winced a little as he was penetrated by the oil slicked finger and tried to concentrate on his own task.

The sooner this was done, the sooner his own torment would end and he could get some much needed rest. The double feeling of being pumped and penetrated was quickly hazing what was left of his mind and the moment Ichigo found his prostate with that probing finger he let out a whimper of his own.

Feeding was quickly becoming something he could care less about as his Alpha pleasured him, one hand working his length while the other stroked that delightful spot inside of him. He let out a whimper of pleasure as he felt the tight heat gather in his stomach as Ichigo continued to torture him.

Finally, he could take no more and cried out in pleasure as stars danced before his eyes. He squirmed and tired to escape, but Ichigo merely leaned forward and kept him pinned to the bed with his body until his convulsions ended.

Grimmjow panted for breath, feeling even weaker now and in desperate need of substance. He took his Alpha back in, sucking harshly and stroking the under side of Ichigo�s shaft at the same time with his tongue in a bid to get the other to finally release.

When Ichigo finally did reach completing, it came quickly and without warning. He nearly choked as the stream hit the back of his throat before he started to swallow and continue sucking, trying to get as much as he could.

The amount of reiatsu infused in it was invigorating. He knew Kurosaki was powerful, but this was simply ridicules. All he could taste was the raw power of Ichigo�s reiatsu and he was instantly craving more even as he felt oddly satisfied and drowsy, with a side of sickness for actually enjoying the taste, granted reiatsu this powerful had to taste good.

Ichigo shifted again to lay down beside him and Grimmjow force his eyes open to stare at the teen. Brown eyes were still golden, indicating the hybrid was still caught up in instinct. The lust was still very evident and Grimmjow was not very surprised when the teen leaned in and started to nip and lick at his throat.

He bared his throat to his Alpha, sighing in bliss as those soft lips and sharp teeth massaged his neck, occasionally pricking enough to draw small droplets of blood. He could feel the reiatsu infused liquid he had consumed settle in his stomach and slowly be absorbed by his body and the cub that was forming.

�I swear, the next time around when I Dominate him, I will make him consume my released reiatsu at least once a week for daring to humiliate me like this,� he promised silently. �No, on second thought, it�s the only way he will be permitted to feed,� he decided firmly.

Ichigo was rubbing against him and Grimmjow was surprised to notice his Alpha was already hard again. A part of him just wanted to sleep, another part wanted to leap at the chance for another feeding (he quickly and ruthlessly squashed that pathetic part of himself), and yet a third part felt himself stirring at the thought of another round.

Mainly though, he was exhausted and sated and just wanted to sleep. He turned onto his side slowly as a silent yet submissive way of indicating he wasn�t interested, earning a growl of protest from his Alpha until he turned his head to bear his throat once more.

Ichigo was definitely obsessed with his throat and he could honestly say he enjoyed the attention with the thrill of danger it presented. He could feel slumber reaching out to him, but it would seem Ichigo was not ready for bed yet and was grinding his newly aroused erection against his rear while stroking his arm gently.

�I will take you,� Ichigo promised, his voice husky with both desire and command.

The sound of it sent a shiver down his spine. He wanted to sleep, to rest, to digest the meal he had consumed and regain his strength, but it would seem Ichigo had other plans for them.

�I desire rest,� he said tiredly, letting his exhaustion show as he was just too damn tired to care.

�After. How do you want it?� the teen demanded.

�How about you under me?� he suggested in a clipped voice.

He felt Ichigo�s chest vibrate against his back as the teen chuckled in amusement.

�If it will make you feel better,� Ichigo commented, shoving him over to take the center of the bed before manoeuvring Grimmjow on top of him.

He couldn�t believe his Alpha was actually permitting him on top. He stared down at the teen who was now laying under him, staring back up at him with golden eyes in a hazy lust.

�Well?� Ichigo questioned when he still hadn�t moved.

�Fuck you,� Grimmjow spat.

Ichigo grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled their faces together for a deep, warring kiss. He may have been relegated to Beta, but like hell he was going to just turn belly up. His tongue clashed with the teens in a viscous battle while his claws raked down Ichigo�s arms, drawing thin lines of blood. Dimly he was aware of his own back being scratched up as Ichigo released the grip he�d had on his head.

Ichigo won the war when the teen used an underhanded tactic to break his concentration. Grimmjow let out a snarl and tried to move when he felt his Alpha begin to probe his entrance with a finger.

�You�re already dry,�

�No shit, I wasn�t that wet to begin with,� he pointed out with a snap.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes at the snap and despite himself he felt a line of fear crawl up his spine. He adverted his eyes and unconsciously bared his throat. He probably would have moved as well if Ichigo�s hands hand been on his hips holding him in place.

One hand left his hips and he forced a growl out of his throat before making his eyes return to the teens. They were still staring up at him in lust and he nearly jerked in surprise when he felt an oil soaked finger begin to probe him.

He was determined to remind the teen laying beneath him, and himself, that he was a force to be reckoned with, even if he had been reduced to a Beta�s state. He groaned in pleasure and began to rub their bodies together as Ichigo prepared him.

He ducked his head down and began to trail nips along Ichigo�s chests and moved his hands to tweak the teens nipples. His lips traced a pink trail over Ichigo�s collar bone, but a growl warned him of daring to go any closer to his neck.

The teen removed his fingers and once more grasped Grimmjow�s hips. It was clear what Ichigo wanted and he winced slightly as he was manoeuvred into position and slowly penetrated.

�Mmmmm. Yes, like that,� Ichigo moaned in a deep, powerful, husky voice that sent a shiver up Grimmjow�s spine.

He raised his eyes up to look at Ichigo�s, noticing they were still golden and feral. It was like he was looking at a different side of Ichigo, as if he had fused his human self with the instincts H�tsu gave him. It was a very sexy look for a hollow, so full of power and confidence. Even though he was the one on top there was no doubt as to who the one in control was.

He made himself feel better by imagining himself in the teens body, by daydreaming that he had the teen pinned beneath him and not that he was being permitted on top. It was made easier to imagine as Ichigo�s hands wrapped around his length, stroking it and offering him pleasure he didn�t have to.

He started to pant in pleasure, moaning and withering as he thrust into those warm, oil slicked hands. Sweat rolled down their bodies and he found himself throwing his head back and gasping in pleasure as Ichigo�s length assaulted his prostate while his hands pleasured him.

He let out a cry as he felt himself finally find release, cum spurting across Ichigo�s chest. His body convulsed and a few more spurts came out before he lost what little strength he had and collapsed against his Alpha, panting for breath and wincing as his sweat stung the small lines Ichigo had clawed on his back.

A few more upward thrusts into his body from Ichigo caused the teen to reach his release and once done Ichigo finally let him role to the side to lay panting on the bed. He lay on his stomach feeling completely drained but still satisfied from his earlier feeding.

He jumped slightly in surprise as he felt something warm and wet touch his back before slowly traveling up it. Looking over his shoulder blue eyes met feral gold as Ichigo licked a trail up another red line across his back, cleaning the wounds inflicted by his own nails.

Sighing contently he let the soft strokes lull him into slumber. His Alpha was pleased and taking care of him while he belly was full and his body exhausted. The thrum of Ichigo�s reiatsu all about him felt like a warm blanket and sleep was not hard to come by as his Instinct insured him all was well and it was safe to rest.

　

　

Next Chapter: Ichigo�s family returns home.
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