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The Haunted Palace	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Grimmjow took a deep and tortured breath, eyes wide and slightly terrified. He couldn't run or hide from it anymore.
'You have a decision to make, Grimmjow.' Masaki said sternly as Grimmjow met Ichigo's burning brown gaze. 'Will you be a coward or a King?'

"I hate you." Grimmjow hissed as Ichigo gasped. "I hate everything that you've done here and everything that you symbolize. I hate your light, because it makes my weakness visible for all to see. I hate your darkness, because it calls to mine. I want to kill you and end you so I can end all of this." He gestured to the sun, sky and sand as he looked away from Ichigo. "But I can't kill you. So I will have to mate you."
Minutes passed in silence. Grimmjow somewhat embarrassed at sounding partially like a pansy and Ichigo deciding on whether he should be happy or angry. He settled on angry.
"Is that your way of asking me to be your mate, asshole?" He yelled, eyes blazing with heat. "You make me think that you're gonna reject me, string me along, and then manage to sound completely unromantic by the end?"
Grimmjow turned his head back around to face his future mate. His eyes were completely blue; iris, pupil, and sclera. Pink lips were pulled back in a feral baring of canines. A large hand struck out and grasped Ichigo by the neck, rubbing a callused thumb over smooth and delicate amber flesh. Could he still taste the berry's blood? Would the binding keep him from ripping into that neck, sucking away the life that flowed beneath the flesh, feeling the boy's body soften and relax until he was limp and pliable?
Ichigo was a little terrified. Seeing that look, those eyes, that snarl…it was all a horrible reminder of the fact that Grimmjow had been eating him before they ended up here. That he had watched him get his ass handed to him and done nothing to stop it. Did he really want to mate with someone who could hurt him? Who wanted to hurt him? Did he get some sick thrill out of that fact? The fact that Grimmjow would be eating him and moving on if they weren't bound together as they were? And what about his family? Would he be allowed to see them again? And the Soul Reaper tribe. What would happen now? Ichigo's courage suddenly just flew right out of him. What the hell was he doing, thinking, wanting? This made no sense.
Grimmjow could see the boy wanting to back out, but he wasn't letting that happen. The boy wasn't going to force Grimmjow Jaegerjaques to examine and search himself, only to run off without some soul searching of his own.
"What ya thinkin' about?" Grimmjow asked with a deep husky voice. "Does the berry get excited at the thought of being crushed until there's nothing left but red?" He used his grip around Ichigo's neck to pull him closer, invading personal space. "You'll think you're dead when I'm done with ya."
Ichigo whimpered very nicely, red rising over amber. The tight black outfit looked so hot and sexy against that amber skin, but he bet blue would look better. The berry would wear nothing but blue when he was through with him and he'd wear a scar on his neck and his mark on his belly. Grimmjow imagined a gothic six inked around the boy's navel and just the thought of it made his cock twitch in his hakama. He leaned forward and nipped the flesh just under the boy's jaw.
"I'm going to take you right here on the sand, beneath this sun you love so much."
He then pushed Ichigo down with one hand. The berry hissed with the impact, but didn't object, he never did. The blue haired king kneeled on the hot sand, a knee resting on either side of his berry's heaving sides. His blue eyes looked for a zipper or tie on Ichigo's black second skin, but didn't see any.
"How the fuck did you get this on?" He growled at the berry.
Ichigo shook his head, chocolate eyes glazed with arousal. He was really feeling the submissiveness now that they were going to truly be mated, The Alpha was always in control while mating, the only way to mate a submissive was by complete and utter dominance, and there was no way you could do that if the bitch was fighting you. Grimmjow grinned and grabbed the collar of Ichigo's outfit with both hands. A slight tensing of biceps and the black cloth was ripping down the middle. Once he'd pulled all of the obstruction away from Ichigo's skin, he pulled back to look at him properly.
Soft, smooth amber skin flushed red and stretched over cut lithe muscle. Light bruises on those perfect hips. His pretty light pink cock was lying against his lower abdomen, flushed red at the slick pink tip. Grimmjow's thumbs slid over the smooth flesh of his berry's hips as his head leaned forward to lick at the pretty tip of Ichigo's cock. It was smooth and slick against his tongue. He lapped at the tip, making sure not to touch with his hands, as Ichigo moaned and whined in pleasure and frustration. Blue eyes met brown as the King of Hueco Mundo started to bob his head up and down, making sure to lick all along the shaft and roll the soft skin of his sac in his hands. The heat of the sun was heavy on his back so he shrugged out of his half jacket. Ichigo's hands found their way to his hair, pulling it out of its braid and sending little tingles of pain in his scalp. This made groan and hum around Ichigo's erection, causing the berry to gasp and try to wiggle the hips that his alpha was holding down.
Still bobbing his head to the wet sucking and slurping sounds he was causing, Grimmjow pushed the fingers of his right hand behind the berry's plump, pouty pink lips. Ichigo eagerly sucked on them while trying to twist his hips and shove his cock deeper into Grimmjow's mouth and throat.
The blue haired Espada pulled off, his own pink lips a little red and swollen from all the sucking. His tongue slid over his lips, his rougher than normal tongue sending tingles over the now sensitive flesh. Blue eyes watched as pouty lips tightened around his fingers, saliva dripping onto his knuckles and sliding onto his palm. Ichigo's brown eyes were heavy lidded now. Grimmjow licked over the flesh of his neck, giving the amber flesh little nipping kisses, moving down to his chest and nipples. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping on it, while his free hand slid over the berry's wet shaft. He ground the sensitive nipple between two of his teeth with almost enough force to draw blood. Ichigo immediately let go of his now slick fingers to moan loudly as his body shook in pain and pleasure. Grimmjow loved that about him, that he enjoyed pain during a good fuck. He twisted the nipple hard with his wet fingers, watching Ichigo's body flush a darker red like fresh blood, mouth open in a silent scream, grunting and groaning while struggling to keep his eyes open in the face of overwhelming pleasure. Grimmjow sucked and bit the other nipple, then twisted that one roughly as well until tears started to leak out of the corners of his berry's eyes.
He bit those pouty lips, specks of blood forming where his canines broke the thin skin, and thin slid his tongue into the waiting mouth. Ichigo's smooth, slick tongue slid over his rougher one. He rubbed over the roof of the berry's mouth, slid over the cheeks, bit underneath the tongue and the tip. All the while, he was pressing two of his wet fingers inside of his berry. Grimmjow continued his kissing as he slid his fingers in and out of the sphincter muscle. The skin of the walls were thin and sensitive, his bitch jumping and twisting every time he let his nails glide over the flesh. He twisted and scissored his fingers, opening the hole wider in preparation for the main event. He let the berry fuck his fingers as he sucked on the smooth flesh of his neck, leaving red marks and bruises.
Grimmjow ignored his own need because he knew that he needed to get his mate completely ready and willing, he couldn't just slam in like the first time and cause his bitch unnecessary pain. So he pretended that his cock wasn't twitching at the sight of the little bitch riding his three fingers like they were cock.
"Grimmjow…please." Ichigo whined. "More…need…more. Inside me, inside me."
Grimmjow grinned his feral grin as he curled his fingers up against the boy's prostate, making Ichigo squeal in surprise and pleasure.
"Awww, poor bitch." Grimmjow mocked. "My fingers not enough for you? My bitch needs my cock doesn't he?"
Ichigo groaned and twisted his ass on Grimmjow's fingers, still sliding up and down. Grimmjow frowned and slapped the berry's ass.
"Answer me, bitch. You need my cock?" He jammed his fingers hard into the spongy surface of the bitch's prostate.
"Aaaaahhh, yes, yes! I need it!"
Grimmjow pulled out his fingers, grinning at his berry's whine, and slid out of his hakama. His cock was so hard it hurt, but Grimmjow didn't mind pain. Even so, his cock was a ruddy purple and swollen with pre-come slicking the shaft and tip. He grabbed it, shivering at even that little stimulation. The berry automatically rested his legs on his alpha's shoulders as Grimmjow pushed the head of his cock into his ass. Grimmjow grabbed the berry's hips and pulled his bottom half up with him as he stood. Ichigo was left balancing himself on his two hands like he was in a hand stand. Instead of pushing down, Grimmjow pulled Ichigo up on his cock, sliding past rings of tight muscle and hot skin as Ichigo squeezed around his cock.
"That's a good bitch." Grimmjow sighed as he bottomed out balls deep in his berry's ass. "Hold on tight with these legs berry."
With that said, Grimmjow pulled out, feeling every ridge of muscle as he did so. Only the tip was still inside that slick hotness when he quickly slammed back inside. Ichigo's fingers curled into claws, trying to find purchase deep in the hot sand. The king's girth stretched and pulled at him with each thrust and twist of his hips. His rhythm was to slide out slowly and gently, then to slam in hard and quickly. He slid his nails over Ichigo's thighs, not breaking the skin but raising red welts on the flesh that might have felt good at the moment but would be sensitive as hell afterwards. Grimmjow groaned at the continuous tightening and rippling of the berry's slick walls on his thick cock. He was panting heavily as he rubbed his shaft roughly over his bitch's prostate, twisting his tip over it when he pulled out far enough.
Ichigo's eyes were glazed over, unseeing. In his own little world, the berry bitch was mewling, groaning, hissing when Grimmjow scratched, and 'mmmm' ing when he slid over that prostate. His skin was entirely red now, goose bumps rose over the flesh. His arms shook and locked into place as he tried to hold some of his weight. Seeing his almost-mate struggle, Grimmjow stopped moving, Ichigo whining like a lost kitten. Instead of slamming into the berry, Grimmjow took Ichigo's weight entirely in his hands with ease and pulled Ichigo up and down his cock roughly like his own personal sex toy. The berry squealed in pleasure at the new amount of force Grimmjow was able to use. Grimmjow moved Ichigo's body on his cock with all the strength of his arms, back, and shoulders, no longer caring so much about his mate as he did about his own pleasure. His own blue eyes were glazing over in pleasure as he stared down at his bitch, pouty lips open and drool running down his chin. The berry felt so good, slick, hot, and tight.
"You're mine, little bitch." He growled as he slammed Ichigo on his cock, nails breaking the skin of his hips. "All fucking mine now."
He pulled all the way out, slammed Ichigo onto his hands and knees against the rough sand, and slammed back inside as he kneeled behind him. He fucked without restraint as he felt his balls tighten and his dick pulse inside his bitch. Leaning over Ichigo's back, Grimmjow sank all of his teeth into the back of his neck. His new mate screamed as he came, tightening roughly around his Alpha's cock. Grimmjow slammed inside one last time and came deep inside his mate, sucking languidly at his berry's blood in the aftermath. There was no pain, red light, or insatiable hunger for the boy's soul. He sighed and kissed the bite mark as he curled around that amber skin and closed his eyes against the sunlight.
They were mated now.
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