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Prize of Victory	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87205 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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An Odd Turn of Events

Orihime and Karin parted ways as their paths diverged, Karin returning to her duties at the 2nd Division and Orihime returning home, Diaemus once more made short little gliding flights a few feet ahead of her without going too far. He had definitely learned his lesson in the park when Ajuga ambushed him by mistake. He stayed much closer to his mother now.

He hadn�t started speaking yet. In fact, he rarely made any noise at all. Orihime wasn�t even sure she could recall hearing him cry. He was turning out to be a serious little boy who desperately sought his father�s approval and couldn�t stand being hugged or held for very long.

Orihime wished she could design some kind of covering for his upper body, if only to help keep him warm. Unfortunately, his wings made putting a shirt or sweater on him impossible. Tucking them underneath a shirt was also out of the question, because he hated having them restrained in anyway. As it was, all he wore was a pair of white hakama. His clawed feet posed a problem as far as footwear, but from what she could see, walking on gravel in his bare feet bothered him as little as it appeared to bother Ajuga. Shoes and socks, it would seem, weren�t really a necessity as far as enabling mobility among Arrancar, she thought, particularly when his preferred mode of transport involved the ground as little as possible.

The trip home was uneventful and Diaemus wasted no time heading to the large jungle gym-like structure his father had constructed for him to practice both his flight and climbing. Ajuga had seemed pleased with the construction as well and had demanded to know why she never got one. Even Hana dropped her rather mature demeanour and acted like a regular child once she got her hands on those bars.

It was a great relief to see all three of the children acting like children for a change. The three definitely had a maturity about them Orihime didn�t recall having herself or seeing in any human child, but then they had to mature faster and it wasn�t as if there was a plethora of same-age playmates available. Perhaps Hana might have been able to find other children to spend time with, but Ajuga and Diaemus were clearly Hollows. At times the two didn�t seem to know their own strength. Ajuga proved just that when she had shredded her mother�s arms and chest in her ill-advised attempt to avenge her beloved �take-ji.

Orihime sat down on the porch and watched her son flutter and glide between the bars, climbing them with an ease she could only dream of. She always felt pride as she watched him and made it her mission to let him know just how much she loved him, since his father was a little more reserved when it came to showing his emotions.

Oh, she knew Ulquiorra was pleased with how their son was turning out. It was just difficult to see it at times. He wasn�t a particularly demonstrative creature to begin with and Orihime wished there was some way for her to return the Claim so she could finally know what he truly felt at times.

She sighed and lost herself in thought, staring into the courtyard until the greenery became a bit of a blur. She didn�t dwell on it for too long though before she shook her head and turned her attention back to her son. It was getting late and she needed to start dinner.

When she looked up, however, the jungle gym was empty.

Diaemus was neither on the bars nor anywhere else that she could immediately see. Panic quickly gripped her, for Diaemus was not the type of child to wander off on his own.

�Diaemus!� she called looking about in concern. When he didn�t immediately appear, she felt real fear grab her. �Diaemus!!� she cried more frantically, jumping up and searching the garden when she still didn�t spot him.

She quickly scanned for his reiatsu and found it both nearby and excited. He did not, surprisingly, appear to be afraid. Looking everywhere, she finally spotted him when she glimpsed movement above her and shrieked in horror.

�Diaemus!!!�

Diaemus, riding an air current, glided somewhat haphazardly in a circle several dozen feet above the garden. Orihime felt as if her heart had stopped as she watched him complete the circle overhead and begin on the next one. A �bang� of Sonido caused her to jump in shock, followed quickly by relief as Ulquiorra appeared beside her, no doubt summoned by her panic.

His own gaze darted to the sky, but unlike her, he didn�t seem concerned and Orihime swore he gave her an exasperated look when he turned his attention back to her.

�Orihime, curb your emotions. There is no reason for such distress,� he ordered with a slight amount of annoyance slipping into his voice. Clearly, he was none-too-pleased to have been summoned by her fear over what he perceived as something that clearly didn�t warrant anxiety.

She bit her lip nervously and tried not to cry out in terror as Diaemus pitched hard to the side before righting himself in mid-flight. With a sigh of irritation, Ulquiorra drew his blade and changed before her before spreading his own wings and taking to the air to join their son.

�Spread your wings wider,� Ulquiorra ordered his child, his own wings beating steadily, with enough force to stir the grass and leaves below them.

Diaemus obeyed, gaining more control over his movements.

�Observe,� Ulquiorra ordered their son.

Diaemus turned his attention towards his father. With another flap of his wings, Ulquiorra flew off. Diaemus took a second to steady himself in the wash of air, and then quickly followed his father.

Orihime continued to worry her lower lip with her teeth, but felt considerably better with Ulquiorra nearby. She was well aware of how much faster he was in that form and there was no way Diaemus could fall faster than Ulquiorra could move.

She nervously watched them turn and glide several times above her head, until she felt that her presence was no longer needed. With a sigh, she turned about and entered the house. It was much easier to deal with the strain when she didn�t have to watch it. As hard as it was, she did understand that this was important to her son, and in all honesty she was thrilled to see Ulquiorra take charge of Diaemus�s training. She had been worried that Ulquiorra would lose interest quickly, but it seemed like he was pleased with their offspring, if a little impatient with his rate of development at times.

Diaemus followed his father through the air, carefully studying the movements of his father�s wings. He tried hard to match them, and the differences in their wing structure were not enough to make the lesson harder at all.

Ulquiorra was pleased with Diaemus�s progress. His son was calm and listened well. He certainly wasn�t as excitable as Ajuga or Hana, although the Fourth would grudgingly admit that Ajuga exhibited an exceptional amount of patience while she was hunting. He thought it fortunate that the little female took after her mother more than her sire. The world did not need another, smaller version of Grimmjow and he silently prayed that if the couple produced any future offspring, those children would also follow in their mother�s footsteps. He found the idea of a pack of blue-haired, blue-eyed, feline-featured cubs intent on spreading mayhem appalling.

Ulquiorra took his mind away from such matters and turned his attention towards his son. Diaemus was growing quickly and Ulquiorra had to admit to taking a certain amount of pride in his son�s growth and the advancement of his skills. The only thing Diaemus seemed to have a problem with was speech. Neither parent had yet to hear their son utter a single word and for some reason, that one area of delay bothered him.

�Your ability to fly has improved greatly,� he commented, scrutinizing his son�s wings with his all-seeing green eyes.

Diaemus turned his head to look at him and gave a nod, accepting the rarely-given praise.

�I expect a verbal reply,� Ulquiorra indicated, letting a little of the irritation he felt at his child�s continued silence seep into his voice.

Diaemus dropped his head to look at the ground, as if he was deliberately trying to avoid eye contact with his father.

�Diaemus!� he said firmly.

He flew before his son and started to fly backwards so he could be face-to-face with his offspring. Diaemus gaped at him, surprised at his father�s unexpected manoeuvre and his wide eyes filled with wonder as he watched his father fly in reverse.

�Land,� he ordered, pointing towards the ground with one finger.

Diaemus gave another nod of his head and they descended in a long downward spiral to land in one of the many parks that littered the city�s finer districts. His landing was graceful; Diaemus�s was more of a spill than a proper touchdown, but he did manage to remain on two feet and recovered quickly.

Ulquiorra approached his son, studying the boy who resembled him so strongly save for his hair. The ginger strands he inherited from his mother had grown to be just as long, thick, and out of control as Orihime�s. To this day, he still refused to wear anything more than a pair of white hakama, forgoing even socks. Then again, he wasn�t particularly bothered by his son�s preferences in attire. The shape of Diaemus�s feet precluded shoes or sandals. If shoes and sandals weren�t practical, why bother with socks that would only slip and slid on floors? Yes, his son greatly resembled his second form very much, and the boy�s aerial skills were up to par for his age, but at present, the question of his delayed speech required his attention.

�Diaemus is there a reason you refuse to speak?� he asked. His tone indicated that there had better be no more dissembling.

His son sighed and eventually raised his eyes to his father�s with a helpless look before opening his mouth. Instead of the answer Ulquiorra had been expecting, a high pitched screech erupted from his son�s mouth.

Ulquiorra stared at his son in surprise, and then his usual stoic reasoning set in. Of course Diaemus wasn�t being recalcitrant; the child almost never disobeyed him. He�d merely asked his son to do something the boy simply could not do. His child wasn�t throwing a temper tantrum. Rather, his lack of speech was a real, physical problem, one that no one had foreseen or detected. It was clear his son was very embarrassed, and even ashamed, as his eyes dropped back to the ground and he refused to raise them again.

�I see.�

They would have to take his son to the 4th and if nothing could be done there, then a visit to Szayel was in order. He�d have a little �chat� with the scientist regarding Diaemus�s monthly checkups and would question the lower-ranking Espada about why such an impediment had gone undetected for this long.

Karin was completely exhausted, tired to the core of her being. A part of him wished he had never given her permission to assist Starrk�s pet with her Division, while the other half puffed up with pride at how much she�d accomplished, how far she had come over the years. True, she would never be as strong as any of the Espada, but she was definitely one of the strongest females around and Ajuga was proof of her ability to breed good cubs.

He found himself grateful that Aizen had forbidden the Arrancar to battle one another over Claiming rights. Otherwise, Grimmjow was certain that he would have had several confrontations over her already. That was assuming she let him fight for her. That thought brought a definite smirk to his face.

Karin was one hell of a spitfire and completely devoted to him in ways that sometimes still shocked him. As much as he desired to stand up for her, it was just as much of a turn on watching her stand up for herself, knowing he had been the one to ignite that particular spark in her as well as tame her.

Still, his mate had been under a lot of stress lately. She tended to try to shoulder everyone�s burdens, whether they were pack or not, a trait she unfortunately shared with that worthless brother of hers. She simply didn�t know when it was time to say no or how to let others tackle their own problems. With both of them working so much, they hadn�t had much time together of late either and, so help him, he was going to get her to relax tonight if it killed him.

He could feel how strained she was today; the tension radiated through their Claim and gave a slightly nauseous feeling that he wasn�t sure came from the headache starting at the base of her neck, or the frazzled nerves that had her stomach on edge. It was time he did something about it. It was nothing to make sure Jushiro would watch Ajuga for the night. The elder Shinigami was more than happy to care for the child, when Ajuga wasn�t caring for him. This enabled Grimmjow to make sure he had a chance to get Karin alone, just the two of them. He planned on working out some of her stress in a way that would be pleasurable for them both.

The ambushing went easily enough. He caught her the moment she came home, slipping up behind her and pulling her flush against his body, nuzzling her neck with his nose. He also noted that the bite mark he�d made when they had last reinstated their mutual Claim had nearly faded away. That would not do and he made a mental note to refresh the Claim, even though it was still strong, later in the evening.

�Grimmjow?�

The startled curiosity in her voice was understandable. After all, it wasn�t often he accosted her as she walked through the front door. After a battle or in their bed certainly, but not at the entrance to their quarters. He could tell from her tone she suspected he had something nefarious in mind.

Well, he thought, giving a quick thought to a part of his anatomy he deemed �neglected� of late, she wasn�t exactly wrong on that count.

�Shh,� he ordered her, turning his nuzzling into nipping kisses that had her shivering in his arms. �It�s been too long since I got to have you to myself,� he growled.

�I need to check on Jushiro and Ajuga,� she protested, trying to pull out of his grasp.

It was child�s play to hold her against him and he refused to let her go.

�They are fine,� he reassured her. �Tonight, it is just going to be me, you and our futon,� he promised her.

She remained rigid in his grasp for a moment, before finally taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh of contentment, going limp against his body. He smirked in triumph and continued to lay a series of kisses along her neck and shoulder, his hands going from her waist to the belt holding her hakama up.

�I hope dinner is in there at least somewhere,� she questioned, her voice already becoming breathless as he lavished her flesh with attention from his lips and tongue.

�Hmm,� he hummed an agreement as the belt was finally undone and her hakama pooled at her feet.

�Something other than me being the main course,� she added, relaxing further into his embrace while stepping out of the garment.

�Maybe,� he murmured as he pulled the rest of her clothing off before picking her up bridal style.

Her arms shot up to go around his neck for better balance and she returned his kisses all along his throat and chest while he carried her to their room to set her down on the futon.

She reluctantly let him go so he could stand up and shed his own clothing. He took a moment to enjoy the lust-filled worship in her eyes as she studied his impressive body before he crawled over her like the predator he was, working his way up her body with his mouth until he could bury his face between her breasts.

They were perfect. Even after having gone through breastfeeding, they were still firm and fit flawlessly in his palm without any excess flesh spilling out of his hands. The only difference now was that her nipples had darkened with childbirth. There was nothing about her body that was wasted. Grimmjow had trained her well and she fit the image he had imagined so long ago far better than he could have ever anticipated. Oh, how he wished he could rub it in Ichigo�s face, but he hadn�t seen the hybrid since their spar in the park, the day that Karin had told her brother off.

The Espada pulled his thoughts away from such irritating things and focused them back on the woman pinned beneath him. It had been too long since they had enjoyed an evening together. Sure, they�d had plenty of sex. Battles always left him ready to pound into her, but that was different from enjoying an evening exploring every inch of her flesh, of taking the time to appreciate the soft trail of her fingers over his skin. To make love instead of just fuck.

His mouth moved from her breasts and up her neck until he found her mouth, already open as she panted softly beneath him. He shifted slightly to lie beside her and ran one of his hands up her thigh, letting his nails scrape lightly against the skin until he reached her core.

Karin let out a moan as he ran his fingers through the black curls that protected her womanhood before he slipped a finger inside of her, pleased to discover she was already getting wet.

He allowed himself to smugly grin at that, before she retaliated by running a hand over the sensitive skin of the scar that marred his chest, earning a shiver out of him. He had other, smaller scars over his body. However, that one always seemed to fascinate her, although she had, oddly, never asked him about it. She had asked him about the others on quiet nights when she let her hands trace over his body, but never this one.

�You brother,� he grunted.

�What?�

She looked up at him in shock and he snorted a little.

�Your brother gave me this one the first time we fought,� he explained, capturing her hand before she could withdraw it from his chest.

Silence settled between them as he released her hand and she continued to trace the large scar with a thoughtful expression. Perhaps it was time to tell her about his relationship, if one could call it that, with Ichigo. He very much doubted she would ever leave him now, even knowing how close he had come to killing the hybrid.

�It started when Ulquiorra returned from his mission to assess what kind of threat he was to Aizen�s plans...�

Karin listened silently, and while she winced at some of the more vivid details of the battles he had shared with her brother, she didn�t pull away from him nor did she stop running her fingers over his body. When he was done recounting their last battle in Hueco Mundo, her silence lingered between them for some time.

�Men,� she eventually sighed, and nestled closer against him. �What about now? Would you kill him if you had the chance?�

�Fuck no,� he groused, and then winced as she bit his neck sharply at his use of profanity. �If I killed him, I couldn�t kick his ass over and over again,� he finished. �Nor taunt him that you�re mine,� he couldn�t help but to add with a leer.

�Men,� Karin sighed again, this time a little more irritably, but he could tell that his answer at least appeased her. �And how do you know that he just won�t find it amusing that his meek little sister took down and tamed the big, bad Grimmjow?� she couldn�t help but to tease him back.

�Only a fool would think you meek,� he growled, pleased at the flush that lit her cheeks at his compliment. �And some things are worth falling for,� he added.

She squirmed in his grasp and he chuckled, returning his lips to her neck and raining kisses all over her body. He could feel the tightness drain away as her body went limp under him, months of knots finally coming undone. The pulses of stress coming from their Claim were slowly replaced by one of intense relaxation and pleasure, a far more enjoyable kind of feedback.

By the time he was ready to mount her, her body had become pliable, open and ready to receive him. With a grin, he moved between her legs and purred as she adjusted her position slightly to give him a better angle. It was a thousand times better to slip slowly into her body, to slowly bury his shaft in that warm, wet heat inch by inch. Karin�s walls shifted and flexed around him as he gave her time to slowly adjust. When he was fully seated, he let out a loud sigh of pleasure and just enjoyed the feeling of being within her.

It wasn�t that the sex was lacking; they went at it like rabid animals after a battle, but half of the intensity during those times was instinct-driven and he hardly recalled much of it afterwards. It was quick and passionate. This however, this was the sort of luxurious decadence that he would recall for hours afterwards while he watched her slumber by his side.

Grimmjow�s thoughts were broken as he felt her walls clamp down around him as she deliberately tightened her muscles, wrenching a groan from his lips and encouraging him to move if he didn�t want her to start playing dirty. Moreover, she knew how to play very dirty, thanks to her excellent reiatsu manipulation.

He could already feel his skin start to heat up as she let her power twine with his, stroking softly at his very core and pulling a gasp from his lips, one she was quick to return as he pulled out and thrust back in again.

The Espada lost himself in the haze of pleasure brought about by the feel of her skin against his and her liquid heat encircling and clamping down upon his most intimate part. Her reiatsu moved against his own, igniting his entire body and he returned the favour, pumping his own reiatsu into her as their soft lovemaking and gentle caresses turned into heated thrusts and desperate clawing, their bodies rising desperately to meet one another.

He buried his face against her neck, breathing in her scent, only to have her grasp his hair and rip his head away as she scowled and mouthed the word �mask.� Chuckling, and (although he would never admit it) feeling slightly embarrassed that he had forgotten about the bone fragment on the side of his face that made nuzzling her on that side uncomfortable for her, he switched to the other side of her neck so it was bare skin against bare skin.

�Going to remove that one of these days,� she grumbled, or tried to. It turned into a gasp near the end as another thrust poured more of his reiatsu into her. She retaliated with a sharp penetration of her own reiatsu around his nether regions that almost made him cum right there.

The little interruption brought the tempo of their lovemaking down a bit, but it recovered quickly, until his vicious little mate could take no more and her walls clamped down tightly around him, followed by a gush of fluid and a sharp pulse of reiatsu into his body that made his mind go blank. Then he felt his brain shut down again as his own orgasm slammed into him with the intensity only his mate had ever been able to ignite within him.

He had no idea how long he convulsed nor how long he rode that amazing high that only she could give him. Since bedding her, he had never even looked at another woman, which had taken the female Arrancar population some time to get over as he was truly the only powerful male that had bothered to bed them without damn near killing them in the process.

When he finally caught his breath he noticed that Karin lay dazed beneath him with eyes mostly closed and a look of utter relaxation on her face. He loathed to break the mood, because the moment he did he just knew she would start thinking about all of her problems again, and right now he just wanted to enjoy the tingling of their refreshed Claim and the mutual buzz of gratification they shared with each other.

To his immense satisfaction, her eyes drifted closed and she fell into an exhausted slumber, leaving the �hum� of their joint Claim still going between them, even if it diminished a little as she drifted off. He couldn�t help purring as he finally untangled their bodies enough so he could spoon up behind her. She let out a contented little noise and curled up against him in an effort to get her first real chance at some rest in weeks. He vaguely remembered something she�d said earlier about �dinner�, but that could wait until she�d filled her need for sleep.

Besides, he thought as his own brain grew a little fuzzy and he closed his eyes, half of the fun of �midnight snacks� came from sneaking them in the wee hours of the morning anyway.

No time to comment, very very busy. Love you all. See you whenever I get time to post the next chapter.
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