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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Bleach
  Relationship:
      Grimmjow_Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki_Ichigo, Kurosaki_Ichigo/Nnoitra_Jiruga,
      Kurosaki_Ichigo/Coyote_Starrk, Kurosaki_Ichigo/Ulquiorra_Cifer
  Character:
      Kurosaki_Ichigo, Hollow_Ichigo, Aizen_Sousuke, Grimmjow_Jaegerjaques,
      Nnoitra_Gilga, Ulquiorra_Cifer, Kuchiki_Rukia, Abarai_Renji, Inoue
      Orihime, Sado_"Chad"_Yasutora, Kurosaki_Isshin
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, Harems, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon
      Divergence, Anal_Sex, Double_Anal_Penetration, Blood, Violence
  Series:
      Part 5 of Bleach_Alpha/Beta_and_MPreg_Fics
  Collections:
      Things_I'll_Reread, Bleach_Alpha/Beta_and/or_MPreg_fics
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-14 Completed: 2014-01-04 Chapters: 20/20 Words: 65288
****** Animalistic Instincts ******
by phoenixreal
Summary
     Ichigo and crew arrive in Hueco Mundo and find out that his inner
     hollow has gained more power than they thought. He's captured and
     taken as a prize for Aizen's espada. But who would think that one
     shinigami could change the course of all three realms?
Notes
     This is one of my first stories, and I must apologize for the
     horrible amount of typos. Please know that it will be edited soon
     enough. I'm aware of the worst of them, like butchering Uryuu's name
     and Ulquiorra's name.
     I'm using the underage tag as a precaution. All my stories feature
     Ichigo over the age of sixteen, and this story features artifical
     maturation of his body when the hollow heat sets in, which makes him
     closer to somewhere between 18-20 in reality..
***** When it Surfaces *****
Determination wasn't something that Ichigo was unused to at all. Here he was,
standing on the sands of Hueco Mundo with four of his five closest friends. And
he was here to get the last one. The Menos Forest had been a challenge, but
here they were. Looking at the vast space in front of them. No one spoke for a
while, looking ahead. Nel was clinging to his leg, with the other two seemingly
dim witted arrancars not far behind. Despite her being an arrancar, he had
become attached to the kid, and he would not let her get hurt. Just like his
four friends and Inoue.
Don't get too comfy, king, came an expected voice in his head. He pushed it
aside. What was he up to now? Their agreement had been he wasn't supposed to
die until he surfaced again. Why was he whispering to him now.
Rukia caught the deepening furrow of his brow and looked at him expectantly.
"Hollow stuff," he muttered and took a step forward.
Then he was on his knees, knocking Nel flat as he fell. "Ugh, what?" was all he
had time to mutter before his eyes flashed and black began creeping across them
and he buried his head in his hands with another groan.
Everyone seemed to have converged behind him, Rukia dropping her hand on his
shoulder.
"Ichigo?" she said and then he started laughing, but it wasn't Ichigo's voice.
It was a lilting, high, nearly manical laughter that made everyone back away
from him. He turned sharply and locked eyes now black and gold, onto Rukia's
violet eyes. A maniacal grin split his face as he continued to laugh.
"Oh fuck, king!" he said, standing slowly, those eyes rolling over all those
present. "Fuck, man, what the fuck are you doing not shagging at least one
a'this bunch?"
None of them knew how to react, the eyes were different, but otherwise, it
looked like Ichigo. Then he snapped his head to the side like he'd been
punched. "Fuck you, Ichigo! No fuckin' way. I'm stronger than you here, dumb
ass."
The laughter pealed out of him again as a couple more snaps of his head. He
started giggling and stared at the group looking at him with gaping mouths.
"Who's should I eat first, king? Hrm? They all look sooo tasty."
There was a screech and Ichigo's body convulsed. "Fuck you, fine,
whatthefuckever. Give me some time, and I'll take what I want, king. If you
stay here, you're mine."
He stood there for a minute, a full body shake taking him over and slowly the
black in his eyes began to recede and fell face first into the sand. Everyone
exploded forward to help him sit up, Nel fussing over Itsygo, licking him even
though there were no visible wounds.
"Ah!" he gasped and sat up, nearly cracking heads with Issida. He looked around
and breathed in. "What…oh hell, that bastard," he said, balling both fists up
and slamming them into the sand at his sides.
"Ichigo?" Rukia asked softly, still not sure if he was who he was but he fixed
her with his trademark scowl and she knew that he was himself. "What was that?"
Ichigo rubbed a hand through his orange locks. "My hollow. Somehow he managed
to wrest control away, and I don't know why. I got it back but only because he
wanted to go back for some reason."
They all looked at him. "Nii-sama told me, Ichigo, it's okay," she said patting
his hand softly.
"He's the reason I'm vizard. I kicked his ass in my inner world and got the
power of a hollow, though for brief periods," he said, reaching up and
manifesting the mask for a moment so they could all see it, then willing it
away. However, as soon as he did he felt a wave of incredible dizziness and
found himself falling into someone's arms.
"What's going on?" he wondered out loud.
"Maybe it's being in Hueco Mundo? He did say he was more powerful here," Renji
offered, kneeling beside him.
Nel crawled into his lap and began to sniff him urgently. He looked down at her
as her nose seemed to sniff everywhere up his chest neck then she tried to
sniff at his crotch and he grabbed her by the head and lifted her up, turning
beat red. "What the hell, Nel?"
She smiled. "Itsygo smells good. Smell like…like…momma hollow."
She then latched her arms around his neck tightly. "Momma hollow, yay, Nel is
happy!"
Ichigo frowned, garnering strange looks from those around him. "N-Nel, what are
you talking about? I'm not a momma hollow, I'm human! A boy human!"
Nel sat in his lap, curling against his chest. "You smell like momma hollows.
Daddy hollow will come find you soon. Nel hopes it is someone Nel likes."
Ichigo looked up franticly between his friends. From a distance they heard the
keening of hollows, and they were getting closer. Within a few minutes there
was an all-out invasion, it seemed, most of the adjunca class hollows of all
types. Before long, though, they were all panting and the hollows were gone,
with only minor injuries among the group. Nel was steadily licking a long cut
on Ichigo's arm and he didn't have the heart to shake them off. Most the
adjuncas had been barely sentient, and seemed to have a one tract mind on
getting to Ichigo.
"What the hell?" Ichigo breathed, as he flopped into the sand again. Nel once
again crawling into his lap and sniffing at his neck.
"Itsygo smells so strong now after the fight. Nel watch as you kill the ones
that aren't worth Nel's Itsygo," Nel said smiling into his chest.
Renji and Chad both sniffed the air, finally catching a whiff something on the
air. "Issida? Do you smell that?"
Issida moved forward to where they were standing, the strange smell nearly
overwhelming him. "What is that?"
Thinking about what Nel said about Ichigo smelling different, all three moved
over where he was, blinking and stepping back, now easily overwhelmed by a
strong musky, sweet odor. "Ichigo, you smell…weird."
Ichigo frowned. "Like what?"
Rukia moved forward and finally smelled it. "It's…it's like cinnamon
and…and…the smell after rain…"
"That's Itsygo's smell! He's powerful, Nel is so happy he's momma hollow, not
daddy hollow. Nel likes watching them fight over Itsygo," Nel said sighing into
his neck. She looked up and grinned. "Itsygo, is Nel your cub? Please?"
Ichigo was still extremely confused and nodded slowly. "Sure, you can be my
cub, I guess…"
Nel clapped excitedly, then grabbed Ichigo's arm and bit into his forearm and
strong reiatsu flared around them for a second. Ichigo was too shocked to do
anything and then she licked it, healing the wound almost immediately, but
leaving behind a strange mark on his arm.
"There, Nel has momma Itsygo now!" she said, returning to snuggle into him.
Ichigo swooned falling onto his back, his eyes rolling up into his head.
"Ichigo!" Rukia said running toward him. Nel growled at her, holding onto
Ichigo's black shikaoso protectively.
"You no touch Nel's Itsygo momma," she said, her eyes flaring with reiatsu.
Rukia looked to the others. "Just what the hell is going on?" Renji asked
slowly, moving to stand by Rukia.
Ichigo's body jerked and the manic laughter came out of his lips again, but he
didn't get up. His head rolled over, and the black and gold eyes were back. The
grin split his face in an unnatural way, and slowly a white mask started to
form over his left eye. "Hehehe. Yer such a stupid bunch, bringin' our half
hollow ass to Hueco Mundo. Oh my, this is gonna be good, you know that? Fuckin'
awesome. You get to watch him unravel and I'll fuckin' kill you all. Oh, here
come the stronger ones. Ya ain't got time to run."
He glanced down and ran a hand over the small arrancar's head. "Jeeze, saddled
with a fuckin' kid that I didn't rip outta my own gut. Tch, at least Ichigo
might survive it since he's got a cub."
Around the four very confused figures there was the sound of multiple sonidos
and they spun around seeing they were surrounded by arrancars. Rukia locked
eyes with one she knew, the blue haired Grimmjow.
"Well, well, what have we here?" he asked. Beside him was a pale slender male
that looked like green tears were painted on his cheeks that Chad recognized.
Rukia's hand tightened on her sword hilt.
"It would be ill advised to do that, shinigami," the green eyed espada said
with no expression. "You will come with us or be destroyed."
Ichigo's body began to laugh, drawing the attention of those around him. "This
is great! Holy fuck, Ichigo, king man, you are so fucked!"
Grimmjow and Ulquirro both looked at him with confusion. "The hell?" Grimmjow
muttered before locking eyes with those shining gold and black eyes.
"Kitty cat!" he said, with a wicked grin, still petting Nel's hair. "Sexta-
sama, growl for me, and show me where yer name comes from?"
Grimmjow stepped forward and blinked, a growl building in his throat. "What the
fuck…is that…he's a fuckin…holy fuck."
Ulquiorra arched a brow and looked at the shinigami. "You brought him here?
Were you insane?"
Rukia and Renji looked at him. Rukia drew her sword and pointed it at him.
"What? What's happening here?" She asked frantically. "What's wrong with him?
Why's he acting like this? And what's the weird smell?"
Grimmjow started laughing, a hearty laugh that seemed to go on forever. He
stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at them.
"You seriously don't know?" When he was met with blank stares, Ichigo's strange
hollow voice giggled.
"Of course they don't fuckin' know, like I would fuckin' tell king here about
it. Never expected to end up in fuckin' Heuco Mundo with his human ass," he
said. "Well, I want Ichigo to experience the fun of being a beta bitch, so I'll
fuckin' catch ya later!"
Ichigo's eyes cleared and he shook his head. "What…" he muttered looking up at
them totally surrounded by arrancar. Nel sat in his lap, nearly purring in
pleasure, and he was staring at Grimmjow and Ulquiorra.
"Oi shinigami, tell me, you going to enjoy this as much as we are?" Grimmjow
said sneering at him.
Ichigo reached and grabbed for Zangetsu to find the blade gone. He looked
around. "What? Where's Zangetsu, did you take him?" he asked looking around
frantically.
There was a snort from Grimmjow. "Of course its fuckin' gone. You can't fight
when yer about to get yer beta ass taken."
Ichigo did not like the sound of that. Behind him, a fight had broken out
between a couple lower ranking arrancar. Grimmjow looked at them, then charged
a cero and blasted both of them away. "You lowly fucks keep it up, I'll cero
you to oblivion. None of you got a chance in fuckin' hell."
There was grumbling from the arrancar and Grimmjow smirked.
"You guys fuckin' getting' it yet?" he said, glaring at the wide eyed shinigami
and humans.
No one said a word as Grimmjow sauntered over to where they stood, hands in his
pockets. "Question is, do I tell you, or just you find out on your own? I'm
sure he'd love you witnessing what we'll end up doing to yer precious
shinigami? Yeah, I like that one."
"Grimmjow, we should send them back or take them to Aizen-sama. Aizen-sama will
want to know that the substitute shinigami is a hollow beta," Ulquiorra said
from beside them. They hadn't even seen him move.
Grimmjow nodded. "Aight, that's true. I'll get the bitch."
Ichigo held tightly to Nel as Grimmjow stalked toward him. "Stay away,
Grimmjow, I swear, I'll…" The threat was empty, of course, Ichigo sucked at
kido and for some reason his energy was being sapped from within. Nel jumped
off his lap and ran to where Rukia and the others, grabbing onto Rukia's leg.
He reached out for her despite this, somehow feeling very strongly attached to
her.
"Nah, ya ain't fuckin' goin' nowhere."
He reached down and with one arm hefted him easily and tossed him over his
shoulder, eliciting a frustrated moan from him. "Put me down, I can walk, you
bastard!"
Grimmjow proceeded to whack him soundly on the ass, getting a surprise yelp out
of him. "Oh, I like that," he said, tightening his grip around his waist. "Beta
bitches don't walk once they're chosen, shinigami."
He walked in front of the others, struggling against the iron grip around him,
until Grimmjow crushed him harder getting a strangled scream out of him. "Quit
fuckin' struggling or I fuckin' break yer goddamned ribs." Ichigo froze,
knowing that he was definitely not in the position to argue with the now
seemingly much stronger espada.
"Put him down!" Rukia demanded. "What are you doing with him?"
Grimmjow looked over his shoulder at her and the others as they were being led
behind him. Ichigo's eyes were wide, and Rukia could sense his rieatsu was
receding, like it was being suppressed, which was something considering Ichigo
had such a vast reserve of rieatsu. He obviously could tell something was
happening to his powers, first is zanpakuto was gone, and now this… Rukia had
never seen fear in his eyes. Determination, grim resolved, confidence, even
before the moment he took her sword into himself willingly. Even before he had
power to back up all that determination. But now, there was a glimmer, tiny,
but there.
"What we do with all our beta bitches. Fuck them into submission," Grimmjow
said with a wicked grin.
***** Caught *****
The gasp from Ichigo was almost a scream as he locked eyes on Rukia before
Grimmjow sonidoed away. He took his time though, enjoying the feeling of the
damn orange headed shinigami on his shoulder. It felt just right to him. Every
time he stopped he'd reach up and swat him on the ass again, getting the same
frustrated grumble and the slightest squirm before he remembered that his ribs
were easily broken in that position. Ichigo himself was flustered beyond
belief, his face burning red, and every touch sent a shiver down his spine. The
place where Nel bit him burned a little, and he wasn't sure what was happening.
Before long, the appeared in a big room in front of Aizen, but Ichigo was
facing away from him, and instead staring into his group of friends which were
surrounded by arrancars. He started to struggle again but was treated with a
harsh slap again as Grimmjow walked forward.
"Aizen-sama, look what we found out in the desert being fought over by a ton of
hollows," he said and launched Ichigo of his shoulder onto the floor. He tried
to tuck and roll but his reflexes were slow for some reason and he wasn't
reacting at all the right way.
He groaned and soon felt something small hugging him. He opened his eyes and
saw Nel wrapped around his neck. She snuggled into him and the feeling was very
pleasant.
"What is former tercera doing here? And why are you flinging this particular
one around over your shoulder like that?" Aizen asked, his head tilted to the
side on his closed fist. He looked uninterested in what was going on.
"I want him. Do what ya want with his friends, but I want this one," Grimmjow
said with a grin.
Ulquiorra stepped forward. "Grimmjow, I am curarta, I will have the shinigami.
I outrank you."
Behind them they heard a yawn. "Well, I'm primera, so I outrank you both."
Stark looked at them lazily.
Aizen sighed. "What are you going on about?"
Grimmjow looked up. "He's a fuckin' beta."
Aizen leaned forward, mask of indifference falling slightly before it resumed.
He appeared quite amused. "Really? Aren't they usually female?"
Ulquiorra answered. "Mostly, but there are a few rare males, and usually they
are highly sought after being stronger and better suited to hollow birthing."
"Interesting. That's right you told me gender didn't matter when hollows mated.
The baby forms in a reaitsu chamber anyway, from what Szayel said."
Ichigo had pushed himself further and further away, absolutely appalled by what
he was hearing. They were talking about him like he was a hollow and not human.
He wasn't a hollow, not completely.
Close enough, king. Shouldn't have come here.
Rukia sputtered. "You…you can't just take him, he's not one of your kind!"
The three espada there were standing there turned and looked at her. "He's more
our kind than your kind," Ulquiorra said flatly.
"But you can't just take him…and do…things to him like that!" Renji said,
tripping over the words as he glanced at Ichgo's wide eyes.
Grimmjow smirked. "Why, Red? Would you rather I do them to you?"
Renji gulped and shook his head. "Well, good," Grimmjow said. "Wouldn't be any
fun anyway. I'd probably kill ya."
"How do you intend to accomplish your goal when it would kill Abarai at full
strength but Kurosaki is apparently not?" Uryu said, sliding his glasses up his
nose.
Grimmjow grinned. "That's what happens. I gotta thank his hollow half, this
would be much harder without him suppressing the reiatsu for the purpose. Call
it hollow heat, if ya want. A powerful beta signals like that, sudden spike
then dip in reiatsu, release of the pheromones, all that jazz."
"Grimmjow, we still haven't decided who he'll go to?" Stark said with a yawn.
"We could always fight it out like the lower ones do, I guess."
"I'm afraid I can't have all my espada tearing each other apart for the purpose
of a single beta," Aizen said from his perch. "I do have a war to wage, here."
Grimmjow glared at the other two espada when there was a burst of sonido and
another arrancar appeared. This one was very tall and thin with one eye
covered.
"What the fuck is goin' on, I smell…" he said and his eye fell on Ichigo who
was still sitting on the floor with Nel in his lap.
"Nnoitra, don't even fuckin'…" Grimmjow started but before he finished the
lanky guy had leaped over and knocked Nel away and was pinning Ichigo's
shoulders to the ground and staring down at him.
"Hrm, what do we have here?" he said and leaned down to bite him on the neck
hard. Ichigo screamed, and felt blood come pouring out of the wound. Suddenly,
the man above him was yanked away and he heard cussing, but he was getting
dizzy really fast and he wasn't even standing up.
"The fuck, Nnoitra!" he vaguely heard Grimmjow's voice. "Shit, it's not
stopping, fuck; get the stupid woman, now!"
He was floating somewhere between the worlds it felt like, and then he suddenly
snapped back to reality looking up and seeing a familiar golden shield around
him. He groaned, his whole neck throbbing.
"Kurosaki-kun!" she exclaimed, seeing his eyes opening finally. "I was worried
you lost too much blood!"
He looked up to see his four "suitors" staring down at him, the black haired
one who bit him looking a bit sheepish. "Man, I'm sorry I got a little carried
away," he complained.
Grimmjow fixed him with a stare. "Little? You almost fuckin' ripped his throat
out. He's only half hollow, bastard!"
"Have you children figured out how to handle your new toy yet?" Aizen asked
from his seat above, really looking amused at the commotion going on below him.
"You could always be good and share your toy."
Grimmjow looked at the other three and his jaw was set. He didn't like the
idea. He'd found him and brought him back. But he knew that he didn't stand a
chance against Stark. And possibly Ulquiorra. His only hope was to knock him up
with his kits. And he was fuckin' cat, so that shouldn't be a problem.
"Aight. That's doable," Grimmjow said finally. "But no fuckin' one else! Shit I
don't want that creepy ass mother Zonmari near him. Or Barragan for that
matter."
"I doubt either of them would have any interest. I'm more worried about Szayel
due to his interest in him as a test subject now that he has been given to us,"
Ulquiorra said, staring down at the golden shield.
Ichigo didn't have the strength to comment, as he was quickly becoming resigned
to his fate. He heard the damn hollow cackling in his head.
Inoue was looking up at them. "Wh-what's happening? Kurosaki-kun, what are they
talking about you like this for?"
Grimmjow kneeled and looked at her across the shield. "See this here boy of
yers is now ours."
Inoue frowned and looked between the four arrancars, then to where her other
friends stood surrounded by the lower arrancars. "Why do you want Kurosaki-
kun?" she asked with a shaky voice.
"He's our new fuck toy, that's what," Grimmjow said with a gleam to his eye and
then reached through and shattered Inoue's shield grabbing him by the front of
his clothes and slung him over his shoulder.
"I got him first, bitches. I'm the only one who's fought him here," Grimmjow
said, stalking off with Ichigo slung over his shoulder. He turned to Inoue,
flashing a wicked grin at her as he ran his hand over Ichigo's ass making him
kick out hard and yelp at the touch. "I'll call for you later, I'm sure he'll
need it when I'm done with him. First time's always the worst, you know."
It sounded like all of his friends had tried to run for him as he was sonidoed
away. He dropped his head down against the back that held him. What else could
he do?
Nel sat near Rukia's feet and sulked. "Momma Itsygo go way. Nel want momma
Itsygo."
Inoue sat blinking and looked up at Aizen. Rukia helped her to her feet.
Renji's face had flushed bright red. "You're going to let them do this, Aizen?"
Renji said, his chest tight.
"Of course. It entertains my espada. And keeps your friend from interfering in
my affairs. It's a win for both sides, I believe," he said, languidly.
"How? How can you let them…" Rukia said, her breath catching. "He's going to
kill him and you're okay with that?"
Aizen smiled softly. "He won't kill him, he likes his toys too much to break
them. Well, at first."
He looked over and looked down at Gin. "Gin, set them up in one of the larger
rooms. They may remain together, and maybe we'll let Kurosaki-kun spend some
time with them, when he's not otherwise occupied by my espada."
The five friends were escorted out, all looking back where Ichigo had been
taken, all fearing what was going to happen to him, and hoping that somehow he
could get free. Inoue nervously chewed her lip as they were shown into a large
open room with a bathroom and two adjoining bedroom areas. There was also a
large sofa in the center of the room.
"I'll take the sofa, so I can hear if anyone comes in," Renji said flopping
down. No one said anything for a long time.
Inoue broke the silence with a sob, drawing everyone's attention to her. "I
thought I was going to be happy to see you but now, if they hurt Kurosaki-kun,
it's my fault!"
Rukia put an arm around her gently. "Orhime, not at all. Ichigo made the choice
to come here with us. And none of us had any clue about this, except his inner
hollow. And that bastard didn't say a word to anyone about this."
She sucked in a sob and looked around at Chad and Issida, both who sat on the
sofa glaring at a spot on the floor. "But…but they're going to…" She couldn't
even bring herself to say the words, and everyone realized what a heavy weight
this was, knowing what was happening to their friend at that moment, and being
completely powerless to help him.
A second later the door opened and Ulquiorra dropped Nel into the room and shut
it. Nel had been crying and she went crying and jumped into Renji's lap where
he sat. She sniffed and snuggled him. "Not momma Itsygo!" she cried and then
wrapped her arms around Renji. He looked down and patted her carefully.
The door opened again, and a thin arracar with bubblegum pink hair stepped in.
He shoved his square wire framed glasses up his nose and grinned at them.
"My name is Szayle Granz. I know that you will spend some time with Kurosaki-
kun after he's finished with his…activities with the various espada. I need to
make certain that I am summoned every time. If we are going to have a
successful implantation, I need to be able to monitor his progress," he said
matter of factly.
"Implantation? You mean like with a baby?" Inoue asked with a frown. "Kurosaki-
kun cannot carry a baby. He doesn't have the parts for it!"
Szayel smiled. "Hollows don't have reproductive organs at all. Hollow babies
are formed in a special chamber made of reaitsu. All that matters when hollows
mate is that the alpha's reiatsu has to overtake the betas for a pregnancy to
occur. Then, when the babies reach full gestation, they cut open their belly
and let them out. Instant regeneration means that they don't have to worry
about that. Of course, that won't work for your friend. I'll have to take them
out myself."
He turned and left and the five friends sunk into whatever seat they were in,
or if they were already sitting, they laid back even further. Sure there was a
degree of exhaustion. But most of this was the weight that they knew unless a
miracle happened..
***** Breaking In *****
He couldn't breathe very well. He didn't really know what was happening. He was
fatigued and could hardly stand to hold his head up. He heard behind him
another sonido. Someone was following them. Wait, more than one. Oh, hell, he
thought. All of them?
Grimmjow stopped in the corridor, sensing the reiatsu following him. Behind
him, his pursuers came to a stop. Nnoitra leaned his lanky frame against the
wall. And Ulquiorra stared impassively while Stark yawned beside him.
"I said, I got him first," Grimmjow growled, knowing that he was treading a
dangerous line. The first alpha had a better chance at giving offspring. Not
that they were really inclined to share a good beta.
"You ain't able to take down one of us, let alone all of us, sexta, what makes
you think you'll get to be first?" Nnoitra said with a glare.
Fuck, Grimmjow thought. This was going to be a losing battle unless he came up
with something. He smirked. "Okay, how about we do this, I get him first, then
I drag his ass to whoever is next in line after a nice long bath. By the time I
get him there, he'll have healed up enough that you won't miss anything. And
I'll hold off my reiatsu, we'll make the first round about submission and not
kits."
The other three glanced at each other. "I suppose, if yer gonna fight to pop
his cherry ass, then we can do that. Otherwise we're gonna end up fightin' and
Aizen's gonna get pissed off, then he'll kill him and none of us get to romp,"
Nnoitra said sullenly, seeing that the sexta espada was going to fight for it,
even if it meant losing.
"Oi, I'm right here, you bastards!" Ichigo scowled over Grimmjow's shoulder.
This talking about him like he was a thing was getting on his nerves.
Grimmjow tightened his grip, getting a gasping yelp out of him. "Shuddup, ya
ain't got no input."
"I have an idea," Ulquiorra said a smirk turning at his lips. "Why don't we
watch?"
Nnoitra and Stark exchanged positively lecherous glances. "Sounds good."
Ichigo groaned against the back he was on. As if this wasn't bad enough, now he
was to be made a spectacle in front of the rest of them while Grimmjow…he
couldn't even think it. Just the thought sent him into a kicking frenzy,
resulting in another crushing grip and a sound slap to his rear.
"His sounds are intriguing," Ulquiorra observed blandly. "Can we make him do
that again?"
Grimmjow squeezed him and smacked him soundly again, again eliciting the same
yelp. "Stop!" he said breathlessly. "Stop that!" Of course, it only earned
another slap, which despite biting his lip caused another yelp. He heard the
snickering behind him and his face flushed red. Then they were moving, where he
wasn't sure, but he found himself in a large living space, with several doors
off to the sides. He was flopped unceremoniously down on a large sofa while the
others glared at him. Stark had fallen into a comfortable chair and looked
about to fall asleep himself. Nnoitra and Ulquiorra had positioned themselves
in another pair of chairs and Grimmjow was standing over him grinning.
And despite how hard he tried, he found himself blushing madly. This earned a
snicker from Grimmjow who reached down and shredded his shihakuso with deft
hands. He gasped at the rush of cold air but also exposure.
"Damn, you really are a virgin, aintcha?" Grimmjow asked as he tried to cover
his flushed face. "I don't think he's ever been with a woman, either by the
look. Well answer me?" he said reaching down and pulling his chin up with wide
eyes.
"N-no…" he stammered.
Then, before he knew it, Grimmjow had straddled him, pressing him into the
sofa. He grinned again, that look that sent shivers down his spine. But to his
horror his hollow was making his body respond.
Time to have some fun, king, the voice rang in his head, laughing.
"Oh, oh no, don't do that, please you hollow bastard," he muttered, shaking his
head.
Grimmjow frowned and when he looked up those eyes were black and gold again. He
grinned. "Just wanted to give you the heads up, he don't know shit about this,
so have fun." Then he blinked, eyes returning to brown.
"That hollow of yours sure wants ya to get fucked, don't he?" Grimmjow purred,
twisting one strong hand around his wrists painfully.
His heart was beating out of his chest, sitting here underneath someone he had
previously tried to kill. His hands were hooked above his head and he felt
something hard pressing into his stomach. He looked down to see it was an
incredibly large bulge in the arrancar's pants straining to be released. He
swallowed convulsively and looked around desperately, but he knew that he
wasn't going to find help here.
"D-don't do this, Grimmjow, this…no…" he muttered, shaking his head.
Grimmjow leaned forward and ran his tongue from Ichigo's ear down to his collar
bone. "We're going to do this, all of us, whether you want to or not, and
you're going to submit and let us because that's what you do."
With that, he stood up and shredded his hakama in one quick swipe, ripping the
black fabric to shreds. The sudden nakedness made him ball up on himself,
pulling his knees to his chest and protecting himself. Soon though, Grimmjow's
hands were pulling his legs down with a growl.
"Stop," he commanded, and there was a shiver as he couldn't disobey that
command. He lifted his eyes to see those cyan ones staring down at him with
such intensity that he wanted to run but he was locked in that single command.
Stop.
"See, Ichigo, yer a beta. And I'm an alpha. So that means, now that yer fuckin'
ruttin', you will do what yer told so yer alphas don't kill you and yer
eventual offspring. Now, since yer part human, we'll go easy on ya, well, a
little more than usual, but you give us any trouble and you'll be chained to
the bed for a month. And then we'll go about and take out our frustatrion on
yer friends, if you know what I mean," Grimmjow said, his mouth inches from his
ear.
Ichigo blinked. "You'll what?"
Grimmjow smiled, knowing he'd found the leverage he needed. "You don't spread
yer fuckin' legs each and every time we ask, I'll go and fuck yer little
girlfriends until they bleed instead."
Ichigo shook with the fear of seeing his friends going through that. Maybe he
had to do this because he was stronger, he was able to handle it, maybe…
His thoughts were cut off when he felt Grimmjow start roughly nipping at his
neck. Despite himself he turned his head away, offering the soft flesh to him,
even though part of him screamed not to because that was just him submitting.
He was giving him access to the most vulnerable part of him, the part that in a
second Grimmjow could choose to kill him by biting into within seconds. What
was he doing?
Instincts, king, all instincts.
Then Grimmjow was all hands, everywhere and Ichigo didn't know where to put his
so he settled on letting them lay at his sides. Grimmjow began to maul is body,
pinching and prodding and finally laid his hands on his own betraying arousal.
He hadn't wanted it, but it had done so anyway. He felt tears prick his eyes in
frustration and embarrassment as Grimmjow's hand brushed up and down it making
him gasp.
"Looks like beta bitch is getting into it," he murmured, resuming the nipping
at his neck.
Then he was on his mouth, all teeth and tongue, forcing his tongue into his
mouth with so much force that Ichigo thought it was going to suck the breath
right out of him. He bit down on his lower lip enough to make it bleed and sat
back. He then resumed the nipping and sucking at his neck, from the bottom of
his earlobe down to his nipples. He left a trail of blood where his nips broke
the skin, and a lot of bruising from the furious sucks at the flesh. Then he
traced his tongue back up, clearing away all the blood. Ichigo found himself
moaning and his hands going into the blue haired arrancar's hair.
Grimmjow sat back and shucked his vest and soon his pants and loomed over him
with a very large member for a second. "Take it," he said, motioning to his
mouth.
"I've never…uh…what…" he stammered, looking at the massive dripping organ. He'd
never seen a man's penis this close before.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes and grabbed his head on either side and forced the
head into his mouth, surprising him with the strange salty taste. "Bite down
and I'll gut you," he said forcing himself deeper into the warm, wet mouth.
Grimmjow grabbed one of his hands and put it at the base of his cock, and
Ichigo got the idea. He tried to encircle it, but his finger and thumb wouldn't
touch, but he moved up and down it with his hand like when self-pleasuring. He
could do this, he guessed. Then he slammed back into, causing him to choke
violently and gag on the offending intruder to his throat.
"Well, we'll have to work on that, huh," Grimmjow said softly and pulled
himself out of the now coughing and sputtering orangette.
Grimmjow reached down and stroked himself a couple times, feeling the slick
saliva from his mouth and grinned. This would work. He then grabbed the gasping
shinigami by the shoulder and flipped him over, shoving his arms over the back
of the sofa and pulling his hips up toward him. He ground into him, gaining
gasping moans from him.
"N-no…not there, please no…" he whimpered as Grimmjow reached down, shoving a
dry finger into his tight entrance. The yelp of pain was pleasing as he tensed
around him. He worked his finger down to the knuckle then pulled it back, then
returning forcefully with two. Again, that pleasant yelp of pain. He worked
them into him, feeling him tense and pull, but he had a firm arm locked across
his back. He wasn't going anywhere unless he let him up.
"Please, that hurts," he moaned, but there was a trace of need in his voice.
Grimmjow grinned wickedly and removed his fingers, feeling the boy relax, but
he pumped himself again, still slick with precum and saliva, and placed the
blunt tip of his arousal against that extremely tight space. Ichigo gasped
under him, beginning to thrash as he started to press against it. He growled a
warning at him and he stopped, shivering as he pushed into him. Fucking hell,
it was the tightest thing he'd ever put himself into. He had intended to go
slow, so Ichigo wouldn't fight next time, but his need overcame his common
sense and with one hard thrust he was all the way in, Ichigo crying out
underneath him. He didn't wait, didn't give him a chance to adjust, just began
thrusting into him hard and fast.
Ichigo balled his fists in the fabric of the sofa, tears flowing from the
incredible pain shooting up his back and down his legs. But to his horror,
something sent a pleasant thrill thorough him, something he thrust against and
he let out a desperate moan of pleasure as the world went white for a second.
"Again!" he found himself moaning, writhing under the larger man. "Again,
please," he moaned. Above him, Grimmjow smirked, knowing he'd hit the boy's
prostate head on, and he angled himself to do it again, hearing the most wonton
sounds coming from him. He reached down in front and grasped him and began
pumping him in front with the same fury he was ramming into him from behind.
His moaning hit a fever pitch as he suddenly went over the edge, digging both
hands into the sofa cushions. His own orgasm sent Grimmjow over, the already
horribly tight space he was thrusting into clamping down on him in reaction. He
grinned, letting his reiatsu flow out of him along with his seed. He grinned to
himself. He'd be damned if he wasn't the first one to sire kits with this beta.
He pulled out and let the boy fall into the couch and then watched in amusement
as he covered himself, even though everyone in the room had already seen the
show. He was still blushing, and even in the post orgasmic bliss, he was still
angry. Grimmjow grinned, grabbing his face and crushing him into a kiss again.
He tossed him aside, earning a whimper from him as he stood, pulling on his
pants.
Stark was sleeping, one hand inside his hakama. It looked like he'd fallen
asleep attempting to jerk himself off. Grimmjow arched a brow and shook his
head. He glanced over at Nnoitra who was leering at the site of the flushed
shinigami.
"Have at, I'm going to get something to eat," Grimmjow said, turning his back
and leaving the room.
Ichigo wanted to scream for him to stop, that he couldn't just do that, take
that, and then walk away but before he knew it, hands were on him again. He
looked up into this new espada's eye and shivered. He was tall, at least seven
feet if he didn't miss his guess and lanky and lean, and had a creepy grin that
reminded Ichigo of Shinji a little. Before he knew it he was wrapped up and
lifted off the sofa being carried into one of the rooms, a bedroom obviously.
He started to struggle but he was gripped tighter than Grimmjow even.
Ulquiorra had followed them and resumed a seated spot near the bed as Nnoitra
tossed him carelessly down. He was quick to shuck his white clothes, crawling
over the bed onto Ichigo and leering down into his face.
"Strawberry, yer so cute after ya been fucked, ya know that?" he said, that
grin remaining firmly in place.
"Please, not now, Grimmjow said I could have a bath and rest before…"
Nnoitra shook his head, his black hair falling over his shoulders. "No fuckin'
way, not as hot as ya look right now, all flushed with his cum running out ya,
um, makes me wanna eatcha up," he said, letting his incredibly long tongue loll
out of his mouth, and Ichigo saw the 5 tattooed there. Fuck, this guy was
stronger than Grimmjow. His rear was burning, and he really didn't want to do
this again so soon, but the stare made him lay back and once again, bare his
neck to the alpha above him. Nnoitra took the opportunity and dove down,
leaving bleeding bite wounds and more thick bruises, trailing down to his
stomach this time, leaving one bigger bite wound there. Then he carefully
licked each of the wounds.
Ichigo found to his horror that he was hard again. Nnoitra noticed and put a
deathgrip on his straining member, laughing under his breath. He then grinned
and moved to kneel over him, putting his cock to his mouth. Ichigo's eyes
widened. It was fucking long, like the rest of the man, and Ichigo wanted to
get away front that, but had it shoved down into his throat. Once again his
body recoiled, trying to eject the invader, but it only served to make him
thrust his hips and force it deeper. For a moment, he wondered if he really was
going to choke to death. What a horrible way to die…
But he pulled out then, leaving Ichigo gasping and laughed. "What a good little
beta," he muttered, and then before Ichigo knew what was happening, he was
between his legs and lifting up his hips. His eyes widened as he started
shaking his head. "I can't take that, it's too much!" he whined but fell back
as Nnoitra seated himself all the way in one thrust. Ichigo came up, a shrill
cry from his lips, and he knew he'd hurt something inside, but Nnoitra didn't
seem to care, finding a steady rhythm. Grimmjow's leavings had made it less
painful to accept, but Nnoitra's length was painful, and he vaguely wondered if
you could really die from this. He felt blood running down his legs when he
pulled himself out before slamming back into him, and knew he was definitely
torn somewhere because it burned.
Nnoitra seemed to notice his face and frowned, then reached down and started in
on his cock. He didn't want to feel pleasure from this, this humiliation, this
pain, but he moaned as he began to stroke him, almost gently. Then his mouth
was in a kiss of complete domination, his tongue forced back by Nnoitra's
almost to the point of it retreating down his own throat. Then he felt that
coiling sensation in his abdomen, and for the second time, came onto his own
stomach. Then Nnoitra had a couple more full length thrusts and sent his own
seed, mixed with reiatsu of course into the beta below him. They lay together a
heap for a moment and then pulled out of him, earning a whimper of obvious
pain. He looked down and frowned realizing that his pubic hair was now matted
with blood, and the shinigami appeared to still be bleeding.
"Ah, fuck, Aizen's gonna kill me if I do something we can't fix, hey Ulquiorra,
can you go grab that healing bitch?" he said, grabbing a sheet to clean himself
off before putting his clothes back on.
He heard the door shut, then glanced back down at the shinigami. He'd gone a
little pale. Well shit, he thought. How the hell delicate were these humans?
Well, he guessed lacking the regeneration had something to do with it. He
frowned and grabbed a thicker blanket from the side of the bed and covered his
lower half, shielding most the bloody sheets. But he noticed they were quickly
soaking the blood into them. Damn this place for everything being white, he
thought, as the door opened behind him, Ulquiorra leading the girl by her
bicep. He grinned.
"Hey, woman, heal our bitch, unless ya wanna take his place," he said,
sauntering out of the room.
She sucked in a breath at Ichigo. He had passed out and most his color was
gone. She climbed up on the bed above him and called out her sun sun rikki, the
shield forming over him. Ulquiorra stood at the end of the bed, watching. Inoue
was crying as she directed the power to stop the blood. She was afraid to look
at where it was coming from, but it was a serious internal injury. She stared
at the blanket covering his lower body, watching as the white was gradually
turning red as blood soaked into it.
Her eyes traveled up to his stomach, covered with bites and bruises, some
pretty deep. They trailed up both sides of his neck and there was a gash in his
lip. He moaned as the healing began to seal the worst of the wounds, and to her
delight some of his color was coming back to him. His eyes fluttered and he
opened them fixing her with a tired stare.
"Inoue?" he asked hoarsely.
"Yeah, Kurosaki-kun, I'm here, just stay still okay, you shouldn't move yet…"
she said, trying to hide the tears building in her eyes.
He nodded, and turned his face away, uncomfortable, feeling the drenched sheets
and blanket around him. As much as he wanted the sick feeling off his body, he
didn't want to do anything to hurt Inoue even further. She finished and sat
there. He felt better, and he smiled at her.
"I'll be okay, Inoue, don't worry. They…they'll leave you guys alone, okay?
That's what they said. I hope they weren't lying to me…" he said softly, his
eyes slipping closed again in sleep.
Ulquiorra grabbed her arm and led her off the bed and out. "But, please, I
can't leave him like that, he needs to be cleaned up!"
The green eyed espada looked at her, and then at the bed. If it was left like
that, he was sure coupling would not be pleasant when he had his turn with the
beta. He nodded and pointed toward the bathroom. She went in and found a large
bath like in her room. She drew warm water then went back in where he was still
passed out.
"Will you take him in there?" she asked.
The pale espada shrugged, pulling off the bloody blanket and hefting up the
nude shinigami. Inoue tried not to let her pain show as blood literally dripped
off him as he carried him across the white room. She followed, as the green
eyed man put him into the tub. She got a washrag and began washing the sweat
and dried tears from his face as he twitched now and again in his sleep. She
couldn't bring herself to do much but let him sit in the water which had turned
a dirty pink shade to her disgust. She let the water out and asked her jailer
to take him back. To her surprise, in the time she'd been in the bath with
Ichigo, someone had come and changed the sheets and cleaned up the mess. She
doubted it had been Ulquiorra.
He laid him down in the bed, and Inoue quickly covered him with a blanket.
"Can't you put some clothes on him?" she asked in a pleading tone.
"There is no point, they will simply be removed when he is conscious enough to
be copulated with again," he said with a deadpan expression.
She was silent the rest of the way to her room, the smell of blood thick in her
nose still. He pushed her inside and everyone came running, and she looked at
them all with a look that made them all step backward.
"What was it? Did Grimmjow cut him up again?" Renji asked, hoping that he was
right.
Inoue took a shaking breath and slid down the door to her knees and shook her
head before dropping it in her hands.
"So much blood, oh there was so much….he was bleeding out so fast, I almost
couldn't stop it…" she whispered. "Nnoitra, the tall one, again, but this time
it was worse than when he bit his neck."
Rukia was kneeling in front of her. "What is it, Inoue?"
She felt the tears spill that she'd been holding. "He said that they promised
to leave us alone so it was okay, but his eyes were in so much pain! What they
did to him…I can't even…"
Rukia's hand squeezed her shoulder. "It's okay, if you can't tell us," she said
softly.
She shook her head. "No, no you should know, it isn't fair if you don't know
what he's giving just to keep us safe. He is doing it for us, and Nnoitra said
as much, telling me to heal him or take his place."
Rukia pulled Inoue into a hug as she sobbed against him. Renji sighed. "So they
are doing…that…to him?"
Inoue nodded. "It was bad, he was covered in bites and bright red bruises all
up and down his body, and the blanket he was under was red from whatever
internal damage the Nnoitra guy did to him. His wrists were nearly black with
bruises…"
There was a quiet pause before she fell to sobbing into Rukia's chest again. A
sheen of guilt had fallen over all those in the room, all of them feeling
responsible for what was taking place when they couldn't stop it.
***** Heart's True Form *****
Renji awoke with a start as the door slammed open, but he stayed still on the
sofa, listening intently. He heard a familiar sounding voice snort at the
doorway.
"What the hell, I was asleep, where are we now, or is it your turn?" groused
the familiar orange head and Renji flinched inwardly at the sound in his voice.
"Not yet, but later. I do have duties other than taking my own pleasures into
account. Stark is asleep, again, but primera will likely not forget. You are to
be allowed here with your companions until I return for you. Szayel will come
by to ensure that you received no irreparable damage from Nnoitra's
overenthusiasm," the impassive sounding voice of the pale espada responded.
"Overenthusiasm? Is that what you call nearly killing me? After Grimmjow's none
too kind…" he stopped, swallowing.
"You were lucky the woman was here. But that is of course why she is still
here. You are human more than hollow. So you will break and it is her ability
to heal you that ensures she remain alive in our hands."
"Fuck you," Ichigo said, a defeated tone in his voice.
"It is that or your friends can take your place."
Renji heard the hitch in Ichigo's breath. "N-no. Fine whatever you got I can
take, bastard."
"You see, your friends are your weakness now, don't you? If it were not for
them, you wouldn't be in this position. You wouldn't have come to Hueco Mundo.
Your hollow wouldn't have incapacitated you and released the pheromones that
drew the mass of hollows to you as well as us. And now, we wouldn't be vying
for the chance to leave our offspring in your less than willing body," the tone
never changed, remaining even as he spoke. Renji couldn't see, so he cracked
open an eye, and the angle was bad but he saw Ulquiorra's back to him, and
could see he was gripping Ichigo's arm, but he couldn't see more than that. "Do
you regret coming here?"
"No, not one bit, you bastards, even if I'd know, even if the fucking hollow
had told me this could happen, I still would have come."
There was a long pause. "Do you have feelings for the woman? Do you lust after
her?"
"No, bastard, she's my friend, and I would do the same for any of them, even
Ishida's annoying ass," he answered, his tone less angry.
"Interesting. I shall return later, beta, after Szayel reports on your
condition to my satisfaction. Do enjoy your free time. I suggest sustenance, as
I am not sure when you will return here to refresh yourself. I do not intend to
break you as Nnoitra did, however, I'm unsure."
There was a pause and the door shut, and a thrum of power encased it, sealing.
Renji pulled himself up to see Ichigo standing in front of it, hands balled
into tense fists at his side. He'd been given some clothes, but they were white
arrancar-style. It was a mockery of his previous shihakuso. He wore a pair of
white hakama with a black obi, but the sides of the hakama were cut down nearly
to his knees, leaving both hips open. The top was a white kusodo at the top,
but from the angle, Renji could see that it was cut across his back, leaving
his midback exposed and he imagined his middrift as well. He watched as he
pulled at the top, trying to get more than a modicum of modesty out of it.
"Ichigo?" he finally said, and he started almost violently and turned to him,
seeing him peeking over the arm of the couch.
Renji saw the look, the utter and complete look of shame, that crossed his face
as he turned around and folded his arms over his chest, attempting to look
casual.
"Yo, so they dumped me off to see you guys for a while," he said, and Renji
could see he was desperately hoping that Renji hadn't heard his conversation
with his captor.
Renji snorted, and sat up to stretch. "Yeah, talk about a shock, waking up to
see yer ugly mug in here."
He didn't miss that he visibly relaxed and Renji knew how hard it must be for
him to be seen like this. He picked at the clothes. "You'd think they'd give me
something decent to wear," he muttered, trying again to pull an extra inch or
two out of the kosudo he had on. Renji saw now that it was cut in the front
just under his ribs, and the front was open from his collarbones down into a
deep v at the bottom. "I look like a fucking prostitute."
Just then a door opened and Rukia's bright violet eyes met his and she ran over
to him, grabbing him in a tight hug. She the stepped back and frowned at his
appearance. "What in the three worlds are you wearing, Ichigo?"
Ichigo rolled his eyes and walked into the small kitchen to rummage for food.
Rukia locked eyes with Renji who shook his head slightly to convey that she
really didn't want to go there. After a moment, Ishida walked out, sniffing the
air as a smell of eggs and some kind of meat cooking wafted from the kitchen.
"Please tell me Inoue isn't cooking," he said, pushing his glasses up, and just
then both Chad and Inoue emerged from their rooms to see who was cooking as
well.
Ichigo emerged from the kitchen then and saw they were all awake. He smiled as
best he could but he saw the look in their faces. All of them. And he knew that
no doubt Inoue had told them about what she had seen the night before. So he
swallowed and tried to look like normal. He scowled.
"Don't just stand there, come help me get the food out or are you going to eat
it out of the pan?" With that he turned and reentered the kitchen.
There was a table with chairs off the kitchen and Ichigo proceeded to pull
plates, all white of course, as the others came in and loaded their plates one
by one. He'd found something resembling ham, though he wasn't sure he really
wanted to know what it was, and some eggs, cheese, and some fresh and nice
smelling herbs. So he'd put them together in omelet fashion and scooped one on
each plate that came by, filling the last one with his own. He grinned at it,
and was quite proud. He'd never mastered the art of omelet making before, but
these were perfectly how he wanted them.
He sat down with the others and then didn't know what to do. He was suddenly
uncomfortable, seeing them all trying to look like they weren't looking at him.
"If you don't eat, I'm going to think you don't like my cooking," he said
finally, diving into his own food, stomach telling him he hadn't eaten in over
a day now.
After a moment, they all did just that, Rukia's head popping up and staring at
Ichigo when the first bite hit her tongue. It was incredible. Soon everyone
around the table had a similar reaction.
"Ichigo, since when could you cook like this?" Rukia asked, amazed.
He looked thoughtful, twirling his fork absently. "Um, well, I've watched Yuzu
a lot, but I usually get chased out of the kitchen for burning stuff, so I
don't know what's up. Never really was interested in cooking much but now I
want to."
The others exchanged looks. Well that was certainly a switch in traits in their
orange haired friend. He seemed oblivious to it. After a while they started
talking idly about Las Noches and the different arrancar, avoiding the subject
of those that Ichigo was seemingly doomed to be involved with. Then they looked
up as the door opened and Ulquiorra reached a hand inside and dropped a green
haired bundle. Nel came streaking over and nearly knocked Ichigo over in his
chair.
"Itsygo!" she cried, tears streaking her face. "Nel was so worried and begged
and begged and begged until they let Nel see momma Itsygo!"
Ichigo smiled, and hugged the little arrancar to his chest. "I'm okay Nel."
Nel nuzzeled into his neck. "You smell like Grimm-kitty and the tall one I
don't like," she said, causing Ichigo to flinch enough to nearly knock her from
his lap. "But it's okay. Nel doesn't smell cubs from either of them, not now,
they're gone."
Ichigo lifted her up. "What do you mean, not now?"
"Itsygo had cubs, but they're gone now. Nel is not sure how," she said and
snuggled into him again, content.
There was a calm silence as everyone absorbed what had been said, but the door
opened and the pink haired scientist walked in.
"Happy reunion?" he asked.
Ichigo frowned, remaining where he was sitting. Szayel grumbled. "Here, now,"
he commanded, a sharp edge to his voice.
The others watched as Ichigo flinched as if fighting something, and he stood
and went over to where Szayel was standing. Szayel smiled and looked him over,
a lecherous gaze falling over every exposed area of flesh. He pressed a hand
suddenly to Ichigo's midsection and frowned. He glanced at the table.
"You healed him last night, yes?" he asked, looking at Inoue.
"Y-yes, he was hurt pretty badly, I had to or he would have died," she said
timidly.
Szayel nodded and ran his fingers up and down Ichigo's bare arms. "Hrm, it
seems my theory was correct. If you heal him, you not only reject the injuries,
but also any cubs that might form. Which means, of course, you'll have to
refrain from healing him now."
"But, if that happens again!" she said, standing, crossing her arms over her
ample chest.
Szayel glared at her. "If Nnoitra doesn't control himself, he will have no shot
at siring cubs with this beta. He is far too valuable to us to let Nnoitra's
inability to hold back destroy him."
Ichigo growled. "Why? What the hell, aren't there enough fucking hollows around
here to satisfy them since I'm obviously not equipped to survive this!"
Szayel pushed his glasses up and stared. "You see, most the espada are alphas,
strongest and best of the vasto lorde and adjunca classes. Halibel and Nel were
the only two female espada. Don't be so surprised, Nel used to be tercera
espada, she's regressed and become a child and lost her memory since then. But
they are what we call alpha females. Meaning that they are as rare as beta
males. Instead of being impregnated, they do the impregnation." He paused
rolling his eyes. "Sex doesn't matter to us; it is a matter of dominance of one
reiatsu over another."
There was a pause. "But where does the child's soul come from?" Rukia asked
quietly. "Hollows eat other hollows, they're formed by attachment to the world
of the living. How can a hollow create life?"
Szayel nodded. "Your reputation, I see, isn't unwarranted, Kuchiki-san. Truly.
And you're right. But when we mate, unlike humans, the reiatsu we force into
the other is nothing more than one of the souls we contain. We do not 'create'
life; we simply reshape the multitude of souls within us to satisfy the animal
instinct to procreate. Even though it is completely unnecessary."
Ichigo looked up and glared at the pink haired arrancar. "What about you? You
seem to be the only espada not trying to 'procreate'."
Szayel shrugged. "I'm a beta, so that instinct is not mine."
Ishida frowned. "If they have a beta among the espada, why are they wanting to
use Kurosaki?"
"Simple, if I were to have cubs, I'd probably kill them," he said, with a wave
of his hand. "Simple really, any alpha can tell by the pheromones I release.
Unlike Ichi-kun here who releases the most maternal and protective pheromone
scents I've come across, I release a scent that leaves no doubt that I am not
the type to be mated with. It works well, as I enjoy using my fraccion to my
own pleasures."
He turned and headed toward the door. "Good day for now, lovelies. I must make
my report to Aizen-sama on the progress of our little experiment."
There was a shocked silence and Ichigo simply slid to his knees on the floor,
his mind slipping away from reality. Babies? He seriously could carry babies?
Even if they were just random souls, wasn't that what reincarnating was,
anyway? Life from death. In a way it was like cleansing them with the
zanpakuto, though he was sure the hollows didn't really think of it that way.
The new life was released from its hold in the service of the other hollows.
And it had a chance to survive anew.
"Ichigo!" a strong voice demanded and he blinked and was staring up into
Renji's frowning face. He instinctively gasped and leaned his head back,
offering his neck to the shinigami that his body recognized as an alpha.
Renji backed up. "What the hell, Ichigo?" he said, and Ichigo lowered his head,
frowning.
"Sorry, it's just, nevermind," he said sighing, as he gathered himself and got
up slowly.
He sat down on the couch and scowled at nothing, pulling his legs into a tight
ball in the corner. The others glanced back and forth at each other, truly not
knowing how to handle the situation. So Renji sighed. Perhaps he'd prod him
into an argument, nothing got the young substitute going quite like an
argument. So he flopped down beside him on the couch, a smirk on his face.
"Oi, if yer gonna be all sulky like that, I'm not gonna be able to kick yer ass
in a fight again," he said grinning, hoping to get a rise out of him. Instead
he fixed him with a glare for a moment but turned to stare away.
Chad and Ishida had sat down at the dining table, realizing that Renji was
trying to get him to come around and act like himself again. Rukia headed to
take a shower in her own room, and Inoue soon followed to do the same thing
after putting away the dishes in the small kitchenette. Renji, was getting
frustrated with the lack of response from his friend. He knew he was going
through something severely traumatic, but he couldn't just let him recede into
himself and stay there.
"Oi, dammit, come here, Ichigo, listen to me!" he said sternly, and immediately
regretted it.
Ichigo's whole posture changed, shaking at first, then, like he was resisting
something he turned to face Renji, keeping his eyes lowered as he did it,
turning and pulling his legs under him. He crawled forward slowly over the
short expanse that separated them and stayed there, on his hands and knees,
breathing raggedly, head bowed. Renji frowned and reached out and pulled his
head up to see his eyes filled with tears.
"Ichigo?" he asked softly, concerned now about what he'd done without knowing
it.
He was starting to shake and Renji reached out and pulled him against him
tightly, out of the completely abnormal and undignified posture of submission.
His heart was beating a mile a minute he found as he laid his hand on his back.
As soon as he did, a tremor went through his body. He looked over to Ishida and
Chad, pleading for help with this.
"Renji, you're an alpha," Ishida said standing and moving over to kneel in
front of them. Ichigo's eyes were shut and he was still trembling. "Right,
Ichigo? That's what's happening?"
Ichigo nodded almost unperceptively and Renji gasped. "But I'm not one of them,
why would I make him act like this?"
Ishida shook his head. "It doesn't matter, you're still the alpha type and when
you command him, the instincts take over, and he can't deny whatever you say…"
Renji squeezed his friend closer, trying not to notice the flinch in the
smaller man's body. "No, Ichigo, I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I'd never want
you do feel like you have to do what I say! I was trying to get you pissed so
you'd argue with me, I didn't know."
After a minute, Renji realized he'd fallen asleep against him, brow finally
losing the scowl that nearly always knitted it together. Nel had climbed up in
Renji's lap. "Momma Itsygo doesn't like to be this way, Nel knows. Momma Itsygo
is hurting, but can't stop it. Nel wants to help but Nel can't."
Renji sighed and then put Nel beside him, and carefully gathered up his
sleeping friend. He didn't even stir as he laid him on one of the beds, Nel
quickly snuggling in with him. Renji nearly staggered out of the room, his face
drawn. Rukia was standing there when he came out, brow arched over her violet
eye.
"Ishida told me what happened. It's not your fault, Renji," she said softly.
He swallowed. "How can I convince myself after the way he reacted, Rukia? I've
been trying to think that Ichigo was fine; he would come through this, maybe a
little worse for the wear, but still Ichigo. It's beginning to look like that's
not true. He's not the same."
Rukia hugged the taller red head. "We just have to get him out of here, and
he'll be okay again, take him back to soul society to heal."
Renji turned to her. "But is that even going to work? Rukia, after what almost
happened to you, if we take Ichigo back after this, especially if he is
carrying…cubs…what then?"
"I don't know what else to do, Renji," she said, softly. "Maybe Nii-sama can
help. We could keep him in our household, protect him."
Renji nodded. "But first we have to leave here, and I still don't know how that
will happen," he said tightly.
Slowly time passed, and Ichigo found himself locked into a nightmarish world of
pain and blood. He wanted to get out, crawling in the darkness for some
semblance of light, but something kept him fixed in this position on the bloody
ground. No one touched him, he just couldn't move. It's going to stay like this
king, for the rest of your life…when an alpha speaks, you will obey, human,
arrancar, or even shinigami.
The vision shifted and he found himself on his knees in submission before
someone, and he looked up to find himself staring at Nnoitra and Grimmjow, both
leering down at him, and he could do nothing, save offer up his neck in
supplication, as they both began to devour him, body and soul.
"Ichigo! Wake up, please, Ichigo, please!" a soft voice pleaded through the
haze of blood and pain. He blinked slowly, looking up into violet eyes staring
down at him. He blinked and pulled away from her.
"Sorry," he whispered, his throat hoarse. Just how much had he been screaming
in his sleep?
"Are you okay now?" she asked softly, reaching out to touch his hand. Without
thinking, he snatched it away.
He lifted his head to hear a commotion in the front, and the door opened,
Ulquiorra staring at him with those impassive green eyes. He walked over with
purpose and grabbed Ichigo's upper arm in a bruising grip. Rukia backed away,
already seeing purple bruises blossoming out around his fingers where he
gripped him. He looked at him as he struggled, then yanked him off the bed to
the floor, sending him sprawling. He collected himself, straightening out his
clothes as he came at him again, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him up.
"Ow, stop, you're going to break my wrist!" he whined, feeling the bones grate.
Ulquiorra stopped applying pressure.
"The application of pain does have a desirable effect," he commented as Ichigo
squirmed, trying to pry his hand off his wrist.
He glanced at Rukia who had backed herself to the wall. "You do not know your
place yet, trash," he commented staring at her. "Get out," he said stoicly, and
Rukia's eyes widened.
"You're not…not here…" she gasped, staring at Ichigo, the brilliant purple
bruise on his upper arm such a contrast to his tan skin.
He fixed her with another impassive stare. "Get out. Unless you wish to watch,
that is, then by all means stay."
Rukia gasped, locking eyes with Ichigo who was suddenly terrified of the much
smaller man that held his wrist in a death grip. She backed out of the room,
then, nearly running over the door as she slammed it shut behind her, running
into the living area with the others. Inoue grabbed her and she held onto her
friend. Rukia was shaking, tears falling from her eyes. Yes, they knew what was
going on, and they couldn't stop it, but now, in the very room, and still they
were helpless.
"What's he…" Renji said, stirring from where he had been tossed into the wall
when the green eyed espada had entered. He then heard the sound of something
hitting the door in the room, shaking it in the frame. He visibly blanched. "No
fucking way, he's not…where we…"
A strangled cry escaped the door, something between a plea and a scream. Inoue
pulled Rukia even closer as the sound repeated, and again as there was a loud
thumping sound. Chad couldn't stand still any longer and he rushed in a few
long strides to pull at the door handle. But even Chad's immense strength could
break the barrier the cuarta espada had placed around the room after he
entered. Then the door opened and the espada stood there, his clothes
splattered with blood, bright against the white. Chad could hear Ichigo's heavy
breathing in the room beyond but couldn't see him.
Ulquiorra sighed and glanced out at the others. "This is the last time I will
speak these words. Should any of you interfere, I will cut his throat myself
and leave him to bleed to death at your feet. His reiatsu is at a minimum, and
he will not be able to stop me from doing it."
The door slammed shut and there was crash against it as the whole door and
frame shivered at the force. Ishida had come up to drag Chad away, and noticed
a trickle of blood along the edge of the bottom of the door.
"Chad, we can't help him now," he said softly. "If we want to help at all, he
has to live through this," he whispered softly. Chad reluctantly allowed
himself to be led from the door but flinched as a loud yelping sound suddenly
erupted.
***** Swallowed Up in Green *****
He really was not sure what to expect when Ulquiorra came into the room. He
practically exuded dominance, something Ichigo had not sensed the night before.
Before he'd merely watched, impassively, almost uninterested, and now he was
nearly crushing his wrist. He vaguely heard some barb at Rukia and the midget
ran out the door faster than a shot. The door slammed and he found himself
slammed up against it, hard.
Those green eyes were inches from his own, their noses touching, and both of
them breathing fast. He let his aching wrist go and planted both hands on his
shoulders and pulled him down. Ichigo wasn't sure what to expect, those eyes
were so piercing, and no smile or frown creased his lips. He whimpered slightly
as he was suddenly crushed in a kiss from the impassive creature in front of
him. He certainly didn't expect the tongue that requested entrance gently along
his lip. He sighed and felt his carful ministrations of that tongue, as if he
were exploring.
Then he dropped his head to Ichigo's neck and proceeded to bite and nip the
flesh. After a moment of that, he was lifted up and tossed onto the bed with
Ulquiorra on top of him, pulling the sparse top off him and continuing to bite
and nip down his body, droplets of blood collecting on his own white top as he
went. Ichigo was moaning low in his throat, baring his softest flesh to it. It
felt…good, not like when Nnoitra had bitten him and all he felt was hot pain.
Ulquiorra flipped him off the bed with one hand and stood and went to the door
again. Ichigo was tangled in the bed sheets now and couldn't hear what was
happening, but another minute and he found himself free and slamming into the
door again, this time as the still amazingly impassive espada untied the obi
and yanked the hakama off. He bit down into the soft flesh, and Ichigo couldn't
hold back the moan of pain and pleasure, something like please whispering out
in the middle. But please, please keep it up, he thought, it felt amazing, the
shorter man working his tongue over his collar bone, lapping at any residual
blood.
Ulquiorra was actually panting at the exertion. He stared at the boy as he
writhed on the bed, blood beading where his nips had pierced the skin. He'd
attained a full body blush and lay back in that typical beta submission, his
hands at his sides, eyes downcast, only looking up if he were told to do so.
For a human, the hollow instincts were so strong in him. Without thinking, he
raked everything off the table beside the bed and lifted him up, slamming him
down in a sitting position on the table, getting a delightful moan out of him.
It seemed the pleasure and pain was beginning to mesh together as one. Well,
that was how it was for hollows.
Ichigo didn't know what to do, sitting there, watching as the pale man slowly
shucked his clothes, laying them across the chair, and Ichigo marveled at how
such a small man was so fully equipped. By now he'd resigned himself, the
hollow kept pumping more and more hormones into him, sending him into
submission mode, and it was getting harder and harder to fight it. He leaned
forward and nuzzled against the raven haired espada, and then leaned back
tracing the four on his chest.
Before he knew it those hands were back, yanking him into a full kiss sitting
on the little table. It sent shivers of pleasure that all seemed to fall
directly into his throbbing arousal. He smiled, sending Ichigo into a shock of
amazement for a second. He wasn't sure this espada could smile. He then stepped
back and began to redress, leaving Ichigo stunned and panting.
"What…what are you doing?" he whispered, flushing despite himself.
Ulquiorra looked at him thoughtfully. "Do you wish to continue?"
Ichigo swallowed, suddenly being asked such a question. "I don't have much
choice, right?"
Those green eyes seemed to bore into him. "I noticed that your friends desire
to defend your honor. I notice that you were somewhat pleased with Grimmjow's
attentions, but were not pleased with that of Nnoitra. I've concluded that for
me to acquire the most of this encounter is to have you willingly submit."'
Every part of him was screaming to tell him no, to just leave him alone, but
there was a deep need that was burning to satisfied, and this mysterious man
might feel that need. He slowly looked up at him and nodded. Ulquiorra returned
the nod, then handed him his clothes.
"Dress, I believe your friends will not be of the opinion that you are a
willing participant, despite that fear I saw in your eyes last night," he said
turning his back as Ichigo shrugged into his clothes, his wrist aching as he
did so.
Ulquiorra grabbed him, thankfully by the other wrist and drug him from the
room, his fast hot and flushed from the encounter, and then pulled him roughly,
stumbling as he went to the sealed door in the front. He glanced over his
shoulder, connecting eyes with Rukia's wide purple ones and tried to give a
weak smile as he was yanked through the doorway and grabbed up into Ulquiorra's
arms in a sonido.
When they came out, they were at his personal castle, and he let him down,
leading him by the arm through the white expanse into his private quarters. He
left Ichigo to stand at the foot of the bed while he disrobed himself again,
and Ichigo was once more amazed at the man before him. Then he looked up to see
him pulling off his clothes, far more gently than he would have imagined.
He grabbed the obi and pulled it all the way off, keeping it as he let Ichigo's
hakama slip over his hips. He then steered him to the bed, where he quickly
wrapped his wrists in the obi sash and tied them above him at the head. Ichigo
looked questioningly at him.
"I love to hear the sounds you make," he said by way of explanation.
With that, he dove to kissing him again, eliciting the desired moans and pants
of pleasure. He worked his way slowly, painfully slowly if Ichigo had to say
anything about it, down to his thighs. The gasping and shuttering breaths were
making Ulquiorra's breath come faster. He'd never really felt this sensation,
this unbridled lust, and he wanted to make it last as long as he could. He
could feel the strain on the sash as Ichigo desperately wanted to touch him,
but that, of course, was the fun. To make him whimper and moan and beg. He'd
already gotten him to agree, even want, him to do this to him. Now… the rest
was for his own pleasure.
He started at his toes, getting an unexpected yelp as his tongue encircled the
digits. Well who would have guessed his toes would be so sensitive. He took his
time, sucking on each one in turn and when he looked up, he would have thought
the shinigami's eyes were going to roll from his head. Interesting reaction, he
thought to himself. He decided to continue to investigate these reactions. He
moved slowly, trailing wet kisses along his calves and up his thighs, and as he
got closer to his arousal, he felt the muscles of his legs clench and his body
flex. He then sat back and looked the boy over, reaching out and gently
touching him, just with the pad of his index finger.
Running his finger around the base, he threaded it through soft orange curls,
down to his testicles, causing a shriek of pleasure as he gently ran his finger
down to the soft perineum. He dallied there for a moment, back and forth and up
again. The orange headed shinigami was practically beside himself, jerking
wildly against the bonds. He smiled to himself then pushed himself up over him,
rubbing his own hardness against him as he bucked wildly trying desperately to
get some friction to relieve his own pain. He kissed him then, tongue delving
into his mouth, soft but strong and then pulled back, pressing his fingers into
his mouth gently. He greedily sucked his fingers in, knowing what he was doing
and as the heat built wanting it desperately. His tongue traced around each
finger, slipping between and down again and again until he pulled his fingers
out, only to drop down again between his legs.
Once again, he stroked that places that made him whimper. He was waiting for
the thing that would make him act.
"Ulquiorra, please…"he breathed.
"Please what?" he said, exhaling softly on the straining length in front of
him.
He was blushing but was so heated up. "Do it…please…I need it…"
Ulquiorra was enjoying this far too much. "Do what, Ichigo? What do you need?"
He ghosted his fingers over his perineum again, barely brushing against the
ring of muscles below it.
"Ngh, please….fuck me, please now, I can't stand it!" he finally moaned, a
positively wonton sound falling from his lips with it.
That was what he'd been waiting for, watching as he plunged a finger in past
the ring, and his hips buck up to meet him, quickly following with a second and
third, feeling the muscles tense deliciously against his fingers. Nothing, he
was sure, compared to what he would be feeling in a moment buried in him. He
played for a bit, watching his own fingers dip in and out of that tight opening
with fascination. Then the moaning above him got his attention. The boy was
going to come before he even laid a hand on him if he wasn't careful.
He pulled his fingers away and heard a whimper above him. More of those amazing
sounds. He'd never known so many different sounds of pleasure could come out of
a body. He was quite enjoying it. He moved upward, finding his lover still
pulling against the restraints on his wrists. To his surprise he felt those
long, lean legs wrapping about his waist and grinding against him. Ulquiorra
rarely smiled, but he did now. He seated himself up on his knees and watched or
a moment as those lovely brown eyes locked with his, the want and need
thrumming through them. He wondered briefly how much was the hollow and how
much was the human? Then all thoughts were gone as he pressed into him, slowly
and steadily, giving him much needed time to adjust as he did. He was very much
in control of his impulses. Something he could not say for Grimmjow and
Nnoitra.
But soon his legs were wrapped around him and he was bucking against him urging
him onward, so he slid the rest of the way into the incredibly tight, hot space
and found himself gasping. Underneath him, he was trying to reach for him with
his hands so he leaned over and pulled the sash and found Ichgio's hands
digging immediately through his hair, yanking and tugging him down so he
positively ravaged Ulquiorra's neck with bites and kisses.
"Move," he purred in his ear. Ulquiorra had remained still, warmly sheathed
inside, waiting for him to beg him again. "Please, move," he moaned, eyes
tearing up.
So he complied, slowly at first, but the furious way he met his thrusts, made
him set a faster pace, and every time he hit that bundle of nerves inside him,
he'd squeal in the most delightful way. He reached down between them to rub his
hand along his own arousal and felt him arch under him and gasp. The offer of
his neck was too much, so Ulquiorra leaned down and took advantage, sucking and
licking, nipping lightly at his adam's apple as he rode into him desperate for
release.
"P-please…faster…" he moaned. "I'm…gonna…" And again he couldn't resist the
desperate begging as with a smirk he increased his pace to a fever pitch, one
hand buried in the orange hair, the other carefully attending to his cock
playfully, but steadily. Finally, with one last thrust into his sweet spot,
Ichigo arched his back in such a beautiful way that it took Ulquiorra's breath
away. The sudden clenching of his body around his own arousal sent him straight
over the edge after a couple more long and deep thrusts into him. He felt the
reiatsu flare out around him, encompassing them both in the green energy. He
slowly rocked back and forth, riding out his high as the orange haired
shinigami collapsed into a panting heap below him.
Ulquiorra pulled away, and lay beside him, watching his eyes blink in the
bleary post orgasm haze. He ran a hand over his chest, and Ichigo turned to
him, still breathless. "What was all that about back there?"
He smiled, lighting up his green eyes, and shocking Ichigo at the sight. "You
are prideful, Kurosaki Ichigo. You fear them knowing there is even a small part
of you enjoying this. I wished an entirely pleasurable experience, and decided
that perhaps that would be the only way to get it out of you completely. I
watched you last night, and you had lust in your eyes and you did come to
completion. Even if Nnoitra's methods were less than desirable, I am grateful.
If the woman had not healed you, you would be with cubs from one or both of
them."
He ran a hand over the place he'd bitten earlier. "I hope you are not in too
much pain, since the woman cannot heal you again?"
He shook his head and instead grabbed the smaller espada and pulled him to him.
"Thank you," he whispered, and fell asleep in his arms.
Ulquiorra watched him for a long moment. Then he pulled a blanket over him, and
decided to stay there. His hand brushed lightly over the bruise he'd given him
at first and a flicker of regret tainted his green eyes. If the shinigami were
not so stubborn, it would not have been necessary. But he, though not one to
show emotion, knew them when he saw them. And the look when he was given a
reason to be put through this, to protect his friends, he knew that he had to
make this easier on him. And he had no idea why he cared so much.
-Another part of Las Noches—
Nnoitra paced, his long steps bringing him back and forth across the room
quickly. He looked up as Grimmjow came sauntering in and fixed him with a
glare.
"What the fuck you want? Dumb ass, ya nearly screwed everything up with fucking
Kurosaki, twice," Grimmjow snarled.
Nnoitra wanted to sling a biting comment back but didn't. "Fuck, I know, okay!
How many humans have I fucked since I became an arrancar, bastard!"
Grimmjow rubbed his nose. "Well, what you did was fuckin' knock both our asses
out of the running to be the sire."
"What? Even with those injuries, it wouldn't have affected the reiatsu chamber
for anther month," he said his normally wide grin turning into a frown.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "No, idiot, however being healed by the woman got rid
of any trace of foreign reiatsu!"
Nnoitra sat down, dropping his hands between his knees. "Well, that's fuckin'
great."
"Yeah, think about that the next time he comes into heat, okay? If you don't
hold back next time, you really will kill him. And I really don't want to fight
you because you killed some stupid beta," Grimmjow said wandering off.
Nnoitra sat and thought. He really hadn't meant it to happen that way. He
honestly didn't know how to hold back, not when he was fighting or fucking. If
someone was weaker, they deserved what they got. Of course, that was something
different when dealing with a beta like Kurosaki. His body might appear frail
now, but he was more than capable in battle and with a vasto lorde hollow under
the surface of his soul, whatever young he had was going to completely eclipse
them all in power. And dammit, he'd wanted to be the sire just as much as the
rest. But in the end it wasn't up to him. Whatever reiatsu was released, in the
end, only the young that the carrier of the child wanted would survive, the
rest would returning to the cycle of life. He should have known that. By doing
what he had done in the midst of lust, he'd destroyed any chance of the beta
carrying for him. He would have to make it up to the beta. Show him that he was
a good sire too.
He got up and headed out. They only had a week to implant the reiatsu, and he
could only carry two to three at a time. Whoever he made the biggest emotional
attachment to would win in this fight for dominance over each other. And he
would be damned if he was completely out of the running yet. Grimmjow hadn't
started out well, but if the bursting reiatsu from Ulquiorra was any
indication, it seemed his tryst had fared significantly better than the first
two. The game was on.
-Captive's room—
The door opened and everyone jumped up as it shut just as quickly leaving a
very bleary eyed Ichigo standing there. He looked like he'd just woke up, his
hair mussed and rubbing his eyes. No one saw who shoved him into the room. He
looked around, looking rather confused at the moment.
"Hey, you okay?" Rukia asked coming up and putting a hand on him.
"Yeah, just…fine…" he said and slumped to the floor in a heap.
Renji dropped his cup and came over to kneel beside him, Rukia checking him
over hurriedly. Chad had gone to grab Inoue from her room. She came skidding
out and looked him over, almost calling her sun sun riki then stopped. Instead,
she rolled him onto his back, and looked him over. He was still wearing the
white outfit from the day before, and she could see some bruising and marks
around his neck and throat, but nothing serious, and she pressed along his
stomach his reiatsu flared out at her, pushing her back. She sat back and
looked at the others.
"It's just the first stages, dears," a voice said from behind them. They turned
to see the pink haired espada looking down at them. "It's had overnight to
gestate, so the strain will start to show on him. Now we just have a few more
days before we find out which ones take."
Rukia looked up and frowned. "What in the world are you talking about? If he's
been…impregnated…can't you leave him alone?"
Szayel arched a brow. "Of course not, this is a fight to see who is strongest,
and anywhere from one to three chambers will be formed, and until this week is
done, we won't know which espada's issue will survive. It will depend on him,
which ones he accepts and which ones he rejects. So it is probably best you
rejected the first two attempts, after all, I doubt he would have wanted to
keep either Grimmjow or Nnoitra's issue after their rough treatment. Though
Grimmjow wasn't so bad with him."
There was a pause. "You mean he has a choice in this?" Renji asked, frowning.
Szayel sighed. "Yes and no, you people are so dense. The hollow, I guess I
should say, will choose. The human is just a vessel along for the ride
answering to the needs of the hollow's heat cycle which Grimmjow initiated. And
we have five more days before that ends and things are decided in the lovely
little beta's body. And I do hope it is favorable, because if he ends up not
with at least one of the espada's children, Aizen's already ordered his
disposal."
***** The Wolf's Den *****
Ichigo blinked and yawned. He was in another white room, but he didn't remember
where. He vaguely remembered Ulquiorra taking him back after their encounter
and he was so tired still. He was starving though. He glanced down and felt
weird.
Ah, the first reiatsu is starting to form,his hollow voice said in his head.
Looks like you enjoyed your encounter with the bat-boy.
Ichigo refused to answer, standing up slowly, yelping as the sudden pain shot
up his back. The door flew open and Rukia and Renji both rushed in asking if he
was okay, if he needed anything. He just shoved both of them out of the way and
headed into the bathroom, and proceeded to vomit violently nothing but bile. He
felt them watching him as he sat back against the counter.
"What?" he muttered and looked away.
Rukia kneeled beside him, not talking for a long time, and placed a hand on his
shoulder. "I'm sorry, you know."
He frowned at her. "What are you sorry about, midget?"
"I pulled you into all this mess," she said quietly.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and stood up, shakily enough that Renji's hand shot out
to steady him. He looked at the red head thankfully, then headed out into the
kitchen. They followed and watched as he started putting together something for
them to eat.
"Are you sure that's a good idea, Ichigo, you just…" Rukia said.
Ichigo glared at her. "I'm starving, okay," he said, and commenced working.
After a while, he'd managed to fix some sort of rice curry and set it out,
scarfing it down as fast as he could. Uryu, Chad, and Inoue had wandered in to
see what he was doing. He smiled up at them around his food.
"Are you well, Kurosaki?" Uryu said, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
He thoughtfully chewed. "Yeah, I am today. I hope those bastards give me a
break," he muttered, shifting in the chair a bit uncomfortably, he may heal
fast but damn he was sore.
"Szayel came in and told us something a bit unsettling after you passed out
this morning," Uryu continued. Ichigo looked over at him.
"Yeah, what could possibly be more unsettling than the current situation?" he
groused.
Uryu cleared his throat. "It seems Aizen's decided that if you don't conceive
with at least one of the espada, he's going to 'dispose' of you. And
apparently, you have some control over that, which is why he wants to make sure
you know."
"Lemme find out," he muttered and closed his eyes.
He reached out for the infernal hollow. Yes, king?
What is he talking about, that I have control over the conception thing?
A snicker punctuated his mind. Of course. It's a game of dominance after all.
Until the cubs are born, and ya figure out their sire, ya don't know. Ya can
reject all of it, but doing so comes at a cost. A hollow beta that goes through
heat cycles with no issue loses their reiatsu, and it never replenishes, making
them weaker and weaker, until they are consumed or finally relent and give
birth.
So how do I make sure I, you know, keep it? Aizen says he's going to kill me if
I don't.Ichigo's inner voice shook slightly, though whether from the idea of
losing the life that was possibly growing inside him or the idea of being
killed outright, he wasn't sure.
Do you want to king? I'll let you know by the end what happens.
He opened his eyes and found the others staring at him. "Yeah, well, damn,
guess that's the way it works."
The door popped open suddenly and they were staring at the scantly clad girl
that followed the primera espada around. She put her hands on her hips and
glared at the room. Ichigo felt a sense of impending dread.
"Beta, Stark wants to see you," she said, hand cocked on her hip.
Ichigo bristled. "I'm not answering to that."
She glared at him. "You…" she started and then seemed to think better. "Stark
wants you to come with me, and I'm not leaving until you do."
Ichigo leaned back and crossed his arms. "Well, then you can wait."
The green haired girl was obviously restraining herself. Stark had wanted to
have his shot, after all, and Lilynette wasn't to piss off the beta too badly.
"Okay, look, maybe Stark can work on getting one of your friend's back home if
you come along nicely."
She saw his eyes light up. "You serious?"
"Come and play nice with his lazy ass, and we'll see, beta," she said.
Ichigo swallowed hard and nodded, all those around the table shaking their
heads. "Kurosaki, you can't…" Uryu began.
Ichigo put a hand on the protesting Quincy's shoulder. "Yeah, I can. Even a
small chance to send you guys home, I can."
He walked off with her, letting her guide him into a sonido on the other side
of the door. The trip wasn't far but soon they were in front of yet another of
those annoyingly similar white doors. He was tired but he could feel the power
radiating from the primera. Only the strongest could stand to be around him,
his power far too great for weaker ones.
Lillynette pushed the door open and shoved Ichigo in, then stomped over to a
massive mountain of pillows on which the espada was currently snoring. She
leaped onto him, making him grunt. He looked up, blinking, and scratching the
jaw bone on his neck.
"Your fuck toy is here, Stark. Get it over with, I'm not wandering around all
day," she growled, slapping him soundly.
She stalked out, fixing Ichigo with a glare as she passed him. The door slammed
and Ichigo was unsure what to do. He was standing in the front of a room like
most others, but while there was a sofa, the larger part was the massive area
of pillows the tall, dark espada had snuggled into. He looked up and beackoned
to Ichigo, who slowly walked over to him, not really sure what was expected.
Well, he knew what was expected, but he wanted to know if Lillynette had been
telling the truth.
"She said that if I came here that maybe you could help my friends," he said
quietly, the mountain of dominance escalating in the room as he stood there. He
was frantically resisting the urge to drop to his knees.
Stark lazily pushed himself up on one side, putting on fist under the side of
his face. "Yeah, I can probably do that. Can't send them all home, but I'll
see. If you do what I say, that is."
Ichigo nodded, his head coming up, showing that he was not doing this because
of the submission to him but because he was doing so willingly. "I…I'll do
anything you want me to."
Stark gave him a lazy smile then rolled onto his back and waved him over. He
looked up at him. "Strip," he said matter of factly, almost looking
disinterested.
Ichigo swallowed and shrugged out of the short kusodo, letting it fall behind
him. He then pulled the obi, letting it fall away, the hakama following on
their own after a second. He stood there, feeling the primera's eyes rake
lazily over him. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands. He wasn't moving,
just staring.
"Touch yourself, get yourself hard," he said, tilting his head to the side.
Ichigo swallowed, thinking this was a new one. He hadn't expected the most
powerful espada in the place to be a voyeur. But then, he did seem pretty lazy.
He reminded him of the captain with the pink kimono that drank sake.
He flushed, looking down, his arousal already starting to awaken from him
staring at him like that. He reached down and began to stroke himself, watching
the espada the entire time. If it wasn't for the subtle smirk that tugged at
his lips, he would have thought he was sleeping with his eyes open. He nodded
when Ichigo stopped, his body having reached what he would consider full
arousal.
"Continue until its dripping."
The shinigami bit his lip and proceeded to pump himself slowly. He kept
thinking if he did what he asked, then he would send someone home. Maybe he
could get him to send Chad, Inoue and Ishida home. Rukia and Renji could handle
being here easier than the others. After a minute his hand was slick with the
leaking fluids and Stark smiled.
"Good. Take off my clothes."
Ichigo dropped to his knees, slipping as the pillows slid here and there around
him, and pulled open the top, undoing the thick black sash at his waste that
held the coat over him. He shrugged it off his shoulders, and realized, the
lazy bastard wasn't moving at all. He pushed it down his arms and finally he
lifted up so the top part of his uniform was off. Ichigo pulled loose the obi,
and wondered vaguely how to pull his hakama off while he was sitting in the
nest of pillows. So he pushed it down, and was rewarded by the man raising his
hips to let him pull the white fabric off of him. Apparently, his body, while
lazy, was certainly active somewhere else.
"Come here, sit with your back to me," he said, motioning to his chest.
Ichigo was confused but before he knew it he was swung around, losing his
balance and burying his head in the man's crotch. He heard a chuckle. His face
was red, and he lifted himself up, his hands on either side of the man's hips,
his mouth inches above his weeping arousal. He felt him pull his hips and he
was lying across him, ankles now pinned under his armpits. He blinked,
momentarily thinking that this was an incredibly undignified position. He felt
a push on his backside, and got the idea.
He leaned down and began to lap at the tip of the man's large member. He could
tell he was going to have a sore jaw, and ass, after this was done. The man had
massive girth. Guess there was more than one reason he was primera. He was
getting flushed, and wanted to take him into his mouth, to see if he tasted the
same as Ulquiorra. He felt his hands tighten on his hips, and while it was
disconcerting, being unable to see what was happening to his nether regions, he
dove down onto him, taking him halfway before he gaged and came up.
He earned a gasp below him then gasped himself as he felt questing fingers
around his entrance. He moaned onto the cock in his mouth as those fingers
pushed up and down the perineum and then just around the ring of muscles. Then
he let go of his other hip and reached between them, grabbing him at the base
and squeezing. Ichigo nearly choked. Then he felt the first hand brushing
against the tip, and realized he was coating his fingers with the leaking
fluids. Then his hand was gone, and now back, slipping around those muscles, to
which he started bucking his hips back against him. Stark smirked, brushing his
fingers around the tight circle again.
For someone so unwilling at first, he was certainly learning to love the
attention. He slipped a finger inside, amazed at how tightly it was squeezed.
It was like it was his first time. He supposed the hollow regeneration was
certainly at work with that. He fiddled, feeling the shinigami wiggle and
waggle in a sinful way in front of his face. He then pushed in a second, and
crooked his fingers, striking unerringly for what he was looking for. The
ensuing moan and teeth tightening on his cock confirmed how sensitive the boy
was. His hierro pretected him, even if the teeth would have drawn blood on a
lesser being. He forced the third in, then wondered what it would be like to
put all four inside, it was something new, and he was bored with the same
things.
He felt his body stiffen as he worked a fourth finger into the space, and the
ensuing moan of pleasure and pain made him shiver. The skillful way the boy was
gobbling down on him didn't help. He worked all for up and would curve to
strike his prostate every second or third finger thrust. It seemed that he
liked it. He then wiggled his large, flat thumb into the ring and he jerked on
top of him, a loud whine coming from his mouth, but his sucking and licking
didn't stop. So Stark played a little more, working his fingers into him a
little at a time, and stretching the muscle as he did. He knew he couldn't put
much more into him, he hadn't thought to grab any lube, and he really didn't
want to hurt him. So he carefully began backing his bunched digits out one at a
time, leaving him whimpering.
He then couldn't resist as he laid a sound slap on his pale cheeks, to which he
popped up and turned to fix him with a glare. He smirked and then, faster than
Ichigo could react, he was spun around, now seated in the lap of the espada. He
leaned back and put both hands behind his head.
"Ride me," he said cooly.
Ichigo's eyes widened. "I…don't know…what…." He stammered. Stark smiled.
He grasped his hips and pushed upward until he was on his knees, then Ichigo
got the idea. He reached down and grasped the man's saliva slick member and
positioned it at his own entrance, closing his eyes as he eased himself down,
stopping halfway, heart beating a frantic rhythm, and trying to adjust to the
fullness and pain. But, despite his lazy attitude, the primera had grown
impatient, and thrust his hips upward and he shoved down on Ichigo's hips. A
long low gasp turned moan worked its way from Ichigo's lips as tears sprang
into his eyes from the sudden, deep penetration. Stark lifted his legs up
behind him, giving him something to lean back against. It didn't take long for
him to start rolling his hips and bouncing up and down, angling his hips to hit
that spot that made the world go silent white. Starck reached out and began to
pump his own needy cock as he began bouncing on Stark's length, nearly coming
off at a point or two in his frantic need to come to completion.
Stark took in the picture. He was leaned back, a hand gripping each of his
knees, his body covered in sweat, head thrown back in a silent scream. His
breaths came fast as his chest heaved as his body moved up and down on him in
the most exquisitely erotic fashion he'd ever seen.
"Oh, Stark," he muttered, "I'm close…oh let me…"
Stark smiled and began to franticly pump the boy in time with his own hard
strokes. Stark was relatively sure he couldn't have pounded into his ass much
harder than the boy was doing on his own. Each time he came down, Stark felt
the vibration through his entire pelvis. Finally, he flicked his finger over
and under the sensitive tip and the boy arched back in a beautiful way, his
body riding up and down harder than ever, and the clenching feeling sending
Stark completely over with a breathy moan. Brilliant reiatsu burst around them,
almost shaking the walls of Stark's barriered room. Ichigo rode it out, slower
now, but it was like he was milking every drop from him. Finally he fell
forward onto him, his arms encircling his neck, and his mouth attacking him
ravenously, tongue slipping in and out, finding every spot. Stark allowed it, a
smile tugging at his lips.
Then he flipped their position, pinning him into the mound of pillows and
ravaging his mouth on his own. He thought briefly that this was backwards,
generally the kissing took place first, but well, Stark never did anything the
way everyone else. After a few moments of wrestling their breath away, Ichigo
laid his head on his chest, just below the bone around his throat. He hadn't
said anything but soon his breath evened out and he realized he'd fallen
asleep. He looked down, they were both quite a mess, but damn, he was too lazy
to get up and wash up. Instead he buried his face in the orange hair and fell
asleep himself.
Lillynette hadn't been sure what to expect when she returned after the massive
burst of reiatsu from the room. Sure he'd kicked the stupid shinigami out, she
barged in the stopped. Ichigo was sprawled out under one of Stark's arms, his
head tucked under the mask, and Stark had fallen asleep with his head tilted
against him. He snored loudly and shifted. They were both naked and covered
with…oh she didn't even want to think about that. She snorted and grabbed a
blanket and tossed it over them, avoiding looking at them as she did it. Any
other day she would have berated him, but she saw the look on his face, even in
sleep, he wasn't feeling lonely.
-Captive's Room—
It was late in the afternoon when the outer door opened and the short arrancar
shoved Ichigo into the room. "Take a fuckin' shower," she stated as Ichigo
stared back at her. "I have to wash Stark's nasty ass, I am not washing your's.
Nasty men and your stuff." To Ichigo's horror, all five of his friends were
sitting around the living area, looking at him with wide eyes. She gave them a
wicked grin. She left and Ichigo almost ran into the wall trying to get into
one of the bedrooms into the shower.
Lillynette had dragged him up, pushing his hakama at him, then grabbed his
kusoda and yanked him away. He hadn't even gotten to wipe the traces of their
activity away before he slept, and it felt disgusting. He'd somehow managed to
get both feet in the hakama first, luckily, but he had to hold them up without
his obi in place. Now he stood in the shower and realized his clothes were
badly soiled now. There was no way he could wear them again. He quickly washed
away Stark, and to a point Ulquiorra since he hadn't done much other than wipe
himself down after him. And damn he was sore. He really hoped they'd let him be
tonight and tomorrow.
Then a sudden wave of vetigo shot over him and he stumbled into the wall behind
him hard enough to crack the back of his head and send blood flowing down his
back. He moaned, the world wavering and felt himself sliding down, and watched
as bloody water swirled around the drain. He vaguely heard someone ask if he
was okay before he blacked out.
Rukia heard the cracking sound and was up on her feet headed toward the
doorway, before Renji stopped her and fixed her with a glare. She pursed her
lips and got it. Ichigo was having a hard enough time, she didn't need to add
to his embarrassment by barging in on him in the shower. So Renji had run in,
the others watching from their seated position.
"Ishida! I need a hand!" Renji called. Ishida jumped up and followed into the
bedroom and then the bathroom where Renji was trying to heft Ichigo out of the
stall. There was blood on the wall and Uryu could see blood dripping down from
his head which was against Renji's shoulder.
"Grab his feet, let's get him on the bed," he said and Uryu did just that,
trying to ignore the nudity of the man in front of him.
Once they'd laid him down Uryu looked at his head, which was still bleeding,
but it looked like a nasty laceration from hitting the wall. He pressed a towel
against it while Renji grabbed the sheet and covered him up.
"It needs to be stitched," he said, noting that it was still bleeding pretty
good.
"I don't even know how to get that crazy pink haired guy in here!" Renji said,
staring. "Stay there, I'll try to pound on the door or something. I can't
imagine them being far off if they're going to dump him in here with us in the
condition he's in."
He stepped out with a frown. "I don't know," he answered to the stares. "Lost
his balance and hit his head in the shower and got it split open, he needs it
stitched, Ishida says."
He headed toward the front door and beat on it for a bit. "Hey you bastards,
Ichigo needs some help in here! Unless you want me to have Inoue do it!"
A second later the door opened to reveal the pink haired arrancar. "Yes?"
"He fell in the shower for some reason, and split his head open, you might want
to fix it," Renji said tightly.
If he hadn't been so mad he might have seen the worried look briefly, ever so
briefly, cross the face of the espada of madness. He nodded, and left,
returning a moment later with a silver cart like one would see in a hospital.
He wheeled it in to where Uryu was putting pressure on his head. Szayel clucked
and took over, then put a towel under his head. He then picked up a squeeze
bottle with something clear and flushed the area, clearing most the blood. He
quickly plucked up a needle and swiftly put four stitches in place. He dabbed
up any other wetness and then saw he was coming around.
He looked up in the face of the blasted pink haired arrancar. "What are you
doing here?" he muttered.
"Well, someone has to stitch your scalp together. What happened?"
Ichigo tried to sit but then thought better of it. "I don't know, I just got
really dizzy and the world tilted and then I fell and blacked out."
He reached out and felt his forehead, noticing the increased temperature. He
frowned. "It seems being half human has roughly halved his time for conception,
he's got until the end of today, I think, before the cubs take, whoever they
belong to. He's got to rest for a while, keep an eye on him, and make sure he
doesn't die before I get back with the monitors. Nothing more to be done, it's
up to him how he deals with the matter inside him at the end of this day. The
reiatsu chambers will form, or if they don't, he'll lose a significant part of
his own reiatsu in the process, on a permanent basis. Well, before Aizen has
him disposed of, I suppose."
***** Sexta and Six *****
"What?" Grimmjow asked, his face showing more than a tad of annoyance. "Szayel,
seriously?"
The pink haired arrancar rolled his eyes. "Yes, his heat is cut short. Probably
be finished today, his temperature is already rising. Probably because of his
human half."
"Fuck!" Grimmjow muttered.
Szayel looked up from his readouts that he had taken off the beta earlier.
"What is your problem? Don't bitch to me, Nnoitra is the one that fucked up
your chances."
Grimmjow grinned suddenly. "Not yet, he's not out of it yet, right?"
"Oh, Grimmjow, that's not a good idea, he's at his most fragile now, if you're
too rough with him, you'll kill him for sure, and if Inoue has to heal him,
he'll lose the cubs and Aizen's ordered his death if he doesn't conceive."
Grimmjow frowned. "He what?"
Szayel waved a hand at him. "What do you expect? He's too dangerous to leave
running around free, and no amount of testing has told me anything significant
about his unique physiology, so if he isn't used to produce offspring, he has
no place here. So if he doesn't have at least one gestating by tomorrow, he'll
be dead by midday, along with all his precious friends."
Grimmjow was then ushered out of the room and shoved his hands in his pocket.
Well, that fucking sucked. He had no idea how things had gone with Stark and
Ulquiorra, but the massive reiatsu he felt meant that they'd had a chance. The
question remained, how badly had the first incident with him and Nnoitra
scarred him? Would he want to keep any of them or would he let them go, and
sentence himself to death? Would he prefer death to this life?
The question left the espada cold. Despite himself, he couldn't stand the
thought of the kid dying like that. So, that left one option. Nnoitra and him
both had to fix it. Or there might never be another chance with Kurosaki again.
And to Grimmjow's surprise, he wanted that chance. Blinking, he headed off in
search of Nnoitra's reiatsu. He was outside hassling some weak hollows.
Massacring was more like it.
"Yo, Nnoitra!" he yelled, and the lanky arrancar turned to him, his eyes
narrowed.
"Fuck you want?" he called back, sauntering over to him.
Grimmjow waited until he was over close, replacing his enormous weapon on his
back. "Its about Kurosaki. We got a problem."
Nnoitra frowned. "What kind of problem?"
"Szayel told me his heat's ending early, probably today, but worse than that.
Aizen's ordered his execution tomorrow if none of the cubs take. So if he
rejects them, that's it," he said, scratching his jaw under the bone mask.
Nnoitra was silent a second. "The fuck is he thinking? Even if they didn't
take, he's still a fuckin' kick ass beta!"
Grimmjow shrugged. "Look, I'm fuckin' thinking that we gotta show him that this
life here, with all of us, ain't that fuckin' bad, even after the shit you
pulled."
The tall espada frowned again. "Fuck, yer right, sexta. I hate to fuckin' admit
it. But your right. What do you want to do about it?"
Grimmjow thought for a second. "Well, show him that we're not fuckin' assholes.
I know he's been to Stark and Ulquiorra. And he's no worse for the wear
afterward, so maybe if you can fuckin' keep from killing him, and show him
you're not so much of a fucking monster…"
Nnoitra was silent for a long and thoughtful moment. "Okay, take him to the
fuckin' garden. Those shinigami like that place, and I'll grab a couple things
from Szayel. I'll see you there."
With that, he sonidoed away, and Grimmjow headed for the room where he was at.
It was his last shot and he had no idea why in the world he cared so much about
it. At first it was a race to dominate him the most. Then it was a matter of
who could make the strongest issue. But now, there was something else to it.
And Grimmjow didn't fuckin' like it at all.
-Captive Room—
Ichigo woke up, a sharp pain lancing his head. He reached up and felt the
stitched wound. He was in the bed, and it couldn't have been much later because
he wasn't hungry yet. He felt fuzzy and tired, and the hollow was silent for
now inside his head. He sat up and realized he was still naked. He wrapped the
sheet up around his waist, and looked in the bathroom. His previous clothes
were gone. He poked a head out of the door to see the others in various
positions around the room. Renji looked up.
"Hey, you're awake!" he said, standing. "You've only been out an hour or so,
you okay?"
Ichigo nodded, everyone's attention turning on him. "Um, yeah, ah, did they
happen to leave any clothes?"
Renji shook his head. "No, Szayel took the ones you left in the bathroom, but
didn't bring any back…"
He frowned. "Well, damn. Guess I get to toga it, huh?"
He stepped back and tied the sheet at his waist and tossed the remaining piece
up over his shoulder and tucked it into the makeshift waist of the pants. He
looked at it and nodded. Well, it actually covered more than the ridiculous
outfit they'd given him. So he headed into the kitchen, only wobbling once or
twice, and rummaged in the fridge to find something to drink. There was a sound
though as the doorway was unsealed and he heard exclamations from the room.
"What do you want?" Renji's voice floated in to him. He headed back in to see
Grimmjow standing with his back to the wall beside the door.
"Yo, come on, got something to show you, Kurosaki," he said mildly.
He paused, the glass at his lips and twitched unconsciously. "Um, what? I'm not
going with you, Grimmjow. I'm tired."
Grimmjow raised a brow. "Kurosaki, I'm asking you at this point, but I will
command you."
"Then command me. At least I won't going along because I chose to."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "Fuckin' prideful bastard, you know that? Come. Now."
Ichigo twitched, the glass dropping with a thump and he found himself moving
forward without any thought. Renji grabbed his arm to stop him, and he looked
at him, eyes clouded, and shook off the hold and continued forward.
"It doesn't work. He's under my command, shinigami," Grimmjow said, taking him
and lifting him up over his shoulder, much like he'd done to start with. "When
I release him, he'll be fine again. I'll bring him back, quit fuckin'
worrying."
And with that, the door shut and he was gone, leaving the group in silence.
They knew that the last time hadn't ended well. They could only hope that this
time was different.
-Garden—
Grimmjow pushed open another similar white door and set the shinigami beta
down. He then let the command go, releasing him. Ichigo blinked and looked
around him. Despite himself, he gasped. He walked away from Grimmjow and found
himself in a beautiful garden. There were trees, bushes, and flowers all
around. There was a lazy fountain in the center. It had a blue sky above, and
lush grass under his bare feet. It wasn't like anything he had seen here.
"What? How…" he asked.
Grimmjow found himself smirking. "Well, Aizen and those shinigami lackeys of
his like to have something from home."
Ichigo found himself walking and brushing his hands across colorful flowers. He
couldn't believe this. It was too much, really. He turned back. "Why'd you
bring me here?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "Seems like I needed to make up for some things. Nnoitra
too."
At his name, he saw the shudder go through the orange haired beta. He moved
forward quickly and cupped his face, pulling it up to look at him. "You know,
it isn't that bad to enjoy this, even the slightest bit."
Ichigo felt a dozen things. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he heard his
hollow chuckling in his head. Good god, his eyes were blue. Beautiful, and
blue. He blinked. What the hell? He was standing here, his heart beating out of
his chest, staring into the eyes of the man that had taken everything that
mattered. He swallowed.
"You took everything, Grimmjow," he said softly. "And then you left, and it was
like it didn't matter to you that you…you were the first…"
Grimmjow hadn't even thought of that. Hollows don't care about who they have
sex with or who is their first one, but humans and shinigami were different.
Grimmjow sighed.
"I didn't understand that it meant something, then. But I know now, so I wanted
to make it up, to let ya know that I'm not completely a heartless bastard.
Though pretty fuckin' close," he said, running a thumb over the shinigami's
jaw.
Ichigo swallowed, and felt his knees weaken and he slipped down onto him. "Oh,
my head is swimming," he muttered, sitting in the soft grass.
"It will pass. You're at the end of the cycle. This is the last chance for me
to give ya my own, and I would ask if you'll let me," he said, kneeling down
beside him. "And Nnoitra too. He'll be here soon."
Ichigo's eyes widened. "No…no, he will hurt me again!"
Grimmjow shook his head as the door opened and closed behind him. Nnoitra
walked up behind Grimmjow and Ichigo tried to pull away and looked like he
wanted to run. "Stay," Grimmjow commanded, and his body froze his eyes rolling
rapidly in his head.
Nnoitra kneeled down beside him, and reached up, brushing his orange bangs from
his eyes. He didn't speak, and his typical grin was replaced with a slight
frown. The touch sent shivers down Ichigo's body. It was gentle, though, almost
like he was trying to indeed do things differently. He rolled his eyes over at
him and Grimmjow released the hold on him. Ichigo shivered but didn't pull
away. He continued to run his hand softly through his hair and then he realized
that Nnoitra had six arms. He blinked.
"What, you're released?" he said softly, reaching up and brushing a hand down
the arms that were under the shoulders. Ichigo could see the hollow hole now,
where his eye should have been, and the mask was different on him. He was
amazed, now, looking up at him, what an odd shade his eye was. It must have
been hard to fight with only one.
"Ichigo, will ya let us make up for the first time? And show ya that it isn't
about pain?" Nnoitra said finally.
Ichigo looked between them, unsure what he was going to get himself into, but
between Nnoitra petting his hair, and Grimmjow's gentle touches on his face and
neck, he found himself aroused by it. The soft words, and the softer looks.
Were the two that so violently took him days ago? He slowly found himself
giving in, nodding slowly, and with a crushing realization, that it was him,
and not the hollow.
He frantically reached up and pulled Grimmjow's face down to him in a kiss that
left his cheek cut lightly from the mask, but he didn't care, as Grimmjow
responded, wrapping both arms aournd his half bare back and pulling him into
his lap while gently, amazingly gently, dancing his tongue around inside his
mouth. He felt Nnoitra then, all six of those hands, rubbing and massaging into
the muscles of his back and he found himself moaning into Grimmjow's mouth. His
head fell back, and Grimmjow proceeded to lay soft, wet kisses on it, sucking
and nipping along the way. Then, he felt hands on his head, and Nnoitra dove
into his agape mouth upside down, licking and nipping at his lips and smoothing
his tongue on the underside of Ichigo's slowly. Ichigo realized his tongue was
incredibly soft, and he almost thought he could feel the difference in texture
between the tattoo and the normal flesh.
Grimmjow pushed the sheet he'd tucked into his waist off slowly and kept going
down, kissing and nipping down his belly to finally dip his tongue into his
belly button and swirl it seductively. Ichigo moaned into Nnoitra this time,
who supported his back with one set of hands, while another held his head
still, and the third caressed his chest and stomach. Slowly he felt Grimmjow
scoot from under him, and pull his legs out flat, lowering his rear to the soft
grass. He felt him pull the knot on the sheet, and felt it fall away, sending
him into a hot blush at the revelation of his full arousal now.
Grimmjow shrugged off the jacket and then pulled off the thick black sash at
his waist. He left the hakama fall then kneeled between his legs. His head was
occupied by Nnoitra in the odd posision, so he wasn't expecting the sudden
stimulation of Grimmjow's mouth on the head of his arousal. He jerked his head
away from Nnoitra and stared at the man between his legs, eyes wide. Nnoitra
moved a little to capture his mouth from the side now, in a more proper kiss,
sliding his tongue against his lips gently until he opened his mouth in a moan
as Grimmjow's mouth met the orange curls at his base.
"Oh, god, please…" he moaned into him. Grimmjow hummed against him, getting a
full body shiver out of him.
Nnoitra retrieved something from his clothes with one of his hands, then gently
lifted his hips with two of them enough that one hand slid underneath him and
began to play with the perineum and the underside of his testicles, getting
gasping moans from him. He smiled and moved down to his neck, positioning
himself lower to get his hand completely in position. He placed one finger,
slicked with something thick and cold, against him, and Ichigo gasped and then
the finger slipped in easily. Ichigo felt it and didn't flinch, it felt cold
and slippery, but amazing. He arched back against the pair of hands that still
supported his back. Then a second finger followed the into him and he bucked
his hips against Grimmjow's mouth as he was still sending delicious feelings
through him. Then, a slight pain as a third finger joined, and all three began
moving back and forth in a quick rhythm, curling and striking that spot that
made his vision blank for a second.
Then he shifted, pulling his hand out and with a pair of hands began removing
his clothes until Ichigo felt warm flesh behind him, and he was lifted again,
Grimmjow following, never letting up on the suction as he moved. He felt
himself in Nnoitra's lap, and fear shot through him.
"Shh," Nnoitra whispered. "There will be no pain this time, I made sure of it,"
he said as he pushed the head of his cock into his entrance, slick and warm. He
threw his head back and moaned as he began to press gently into him, a little
at a time, watching for any signs that he should stop but he found him bucking
to pull him deeper. "See," he whispered.
Ichigo was lost in the sensation from the front, and now Nnoitra's incredibly
long cock was fully buried in him, but this time, it didn't hurt at all, just
felt like it was filling him to the brim. He saw Nnoitra toss a bottle at
Grimmjow, who caught it without moving his mouth form Ichigo's cock. He was
swirling his tongue now at the head and Ichigo was bucking against Nnoitra.
"Oh, please, I'm going…" he whispered and shot his seed into Grimmjow's mouth
and was surprised to see none of it fall. He was panting, leaning into a pair
of Nnoitra's arms. Nnoitra's face was painted with the pain of holding back
despite the beta's orgasm around him. The tight, velvety walls stopped
convulsing and he released a breath. This was quite a practice in self control.
Grimmjow moved to stand on his knees and kissed his chest as he lay in post
orgasmic haze. Then, he lifted his legs over his own. Ichigo's head popped up
and his eyes went wide.
"No, no, you're not going to…" he whispered.
Grimmjow placed a gentle finger on his lips and shushed him as he moved into
position in front of him. He then pressed into him beside Nnoitra and he arched
up at the feeling of a second person entering him. Grimmjow and Nnoitra both
rubbed his back and chest and whispered words of comfort and told him to relax.
Finally, he did, his body not clamping as hard on them as before, and Grimmjow
gently continued, pushing inward, each inch garnering a gasp from the orangette
under him. If Nnoitra hadn't been supporting his back with a pair of hands, and
holding his hips with another, the boy would have collapsed. Finally, Grimmjow
was fully sheathed beside Nnoitra, and neither could believe how amazing it
felt, tighter and fuller than either had ever imagined. And they were very
still, letting him get used to the feeling.
Finally, Ichigo let a growling sound from his throat. "Fuck, move, fuck me…"
Grimmjow and Nnoitra smiled at each other over the boy's shoulder and both
began to rock back and forth into him at a painfully slow pace, one in, the
other out, and back and forth. So slowly. When the shinigami seemed to be
unable to take it and started bouncing on his own, they increased their pace.
Grimmjow slid a hand between him and the boy and grasped his already hardened
arousal, and grinned. That didn't take long. Before long, they were almost
frantic, the boy screaming every time one of them brushed that sweet spot,
alternating and hitting it every thrust. Finally he screamed out both their
names in rapid succession and came hard over Grimmjow's furiously pumping hand.
The clenching around them was like a vice, and they both cried out at almost
the same instant, shooting their own seed into him, reiatsu bursting almost
violently around them both and encompassing them. They fell back, slipping out
and slipping to the ground in a boneless mass. The three panted for a moment
before Nnoitra called back his release and pulled Ichigo into his lap, holding
tightly to him.
"What the fuck is it about ya?" he asked, seeing Grimmjow look up from his
position still flat on his back in the grass. "I mean, seriously, what the
fuck? Never have I given a shit before about whatever I fucked. Never felt bad
for hurting someone. Never fuckin' once. But you, fuckin' Kurosaki, you did
something to all of us when you fuckin' came here. And I don't know how the
fuck you did it."
Grimmjow sat slowly beside him, and pulled his head into his lap, leaving his
body across Nnoitra. Ichigo stared up with those honey brown eyes of his and
Grimmjow shook his head. He glanced up at Nnoitra.
"Fuckin' amazing is what it is. I kill the weak, but something in me wants to
make sure nothin' happens to you. When Szayel said that Aizen was gonna kill
you if you didn't take one of our offspring, I couldn't let him. I had to show
ya, that this life, it isn't that bad. Ya've done somethin' to us, that's for
sure. And fuck if I know how or what," Grimmjow said, petting his hair gently.
Ichigo didn't know what to say. These weren't the same monsters as the first
day. Something had changed in them. Something had changed inside him. He
grasped Grimmjow's hand and pulled it closer.
"I-I…I think…" he began, his voice cracking. "I-I might love you…all of you…"
he whispered finally. "I want them, whoever they belong to, and I want you all
near me."
Grimmjow leaned over and kissed him gently on the forehead, and Nnotra gently
caressed his legs and hips. They stayed like that a long time until Ichigo fell
asleep. Nnoitra pulled out a towel he'd brought and wiped away the mess from
him, and then cleaned himself up and handed it to Grimmjow. Nnoitra picked him
up, carefully to avoid waking him and let Grimmjow clean himself and dress. He
passed him to Grimmjow and then did the same, pulling on his clothes and
putting the small bottle Szayel had given him in a pouch. It certainly had done
the job he promised. He wrapped the sheet back around him, and brushed the hair
from his eyes again.
They sonidoed back to the room with his friends, and Grimmjow thought he better
go in first and tell them he was sleeping, and that they needed to let him. He
told Nnoitra to wait as he opened the door and entered.
Rukia was up and standing in front of him like a shot, her violet eyes shining.
"Where is he, espada?"
He could see the tension in the other four who stood back. Grimmjow shoved her
backward a little. "Calm down, shorty. He's fine, he's asleep and you already
know he needs to stay that way. Now back the fuck up."
He turned back and gestured and the group gasped as Nnoitra was the one holding
him. Nnoitra ignored him and followed Grimmjow into the room he had been in. He
laid him down on the bed, and they saw the black reiatsu whip about for a
moment. The both sat down on the bed to wait, Grimmjow, at his feet, hand
resting on his ankle where it stuck from under the sheet. Nnoitra was seated
beside his head. Now was the moment when it would be decided. Nnoitra continued
to stroke his hair, and both looked up to see both Stark and Ulquiorra enter
the room.
Ichigo's friends all stood staring outside the door as all four espada took
positions around him. Stark laid down lazily beside him, one hand resting on
his shoulder. Ulquiorra sat above his head at the very end of the bed, and held
onto one of his hands that had been tossed up above his head in his sleep.
Ichigo moaned softly, then shuddered as his red and black reiatsu began to lick
at the edges of his body. There was a feeling of static in the air around them.
Then, around Ichigo, reiatsu of blue, gold, and green began to ripple and
tangle with the black reiatsu of his own.
His back arched and he let out a breathy gasp as it began to swirl faster and
then seemed to be absorbed into him and he laid flat, breath even. Stark
wrapped an arm around him and seemed to be falling asleep again. Grimmjow moved
and lay down across the foot of the bed, sighing deeply. Ulquiorra laid a head
on his shoulder and pulled his legs up onto the bed under him, and Nnoitra sat
on the floor beside the bed and laid his head beside him.
Outside the room, Rukia and Renji exchanged glances, surprised by the act
of…gentleness? They walked back and sat down. It was late now, and soon they
all filtered away, Renji keeping the couch, and Inoue and Rukia sharing a room
for now.
A/N: Okay yes, I mellowed them out. I had to. They're very OOC, but I like it
and they know they're acting OOC and its driving them nuts. So now I'm
wondering what kinda babies. Should I pick out two or three? Or shall I have
him miraculously (and dangeroulsy) carry four? Or maybe twin hybrids... Hrm,
choices, choices... I really want a part of all four of them involved...but
still thinking! Hope you enjoyed the Lemon here. :)
***** Bursting at the Seams *****
Ichigo woke slowly and realized he was incredibly warm. He snuggled into that
warmth, pressing into his back, and pressing into his front. He felt so
comfortable he didn't really want to move at all. He let out a deep sigh and
heard his name. He shook his head and blinked slowly, and found his face buried
in teal hair.
"Ichigo?" the voice came again and he picked his head up slowly and blinked
away sleep as he saw Rukia standing there, her face frowning.
"What is it, midget?" he muttered and tried to move his legs, but frowned when
they seemed trapped. He sighed and lay his head back, and found it laying on
another head of hair.
She cleared her throat. "Um, are you hungry? Ishida made lunch."
"Hmmm. Yes, I'm starved," he said, pulling his legs again.
It really hadn't dawned on him that he was piled in the bed with his four
alphas. He pulled his leg and there was a growl and an arm clamped down on it,
and he yelped in surprise. The blue head of hair in front of him stirred and
turned around, and he found himself lost in blue eyes. Then there was a hand
digging into his hair and he smiled, looking up to see Ulquiorra staring at
him, absently petting his orange locks. There was a tight grip on his legs
again, and he glanced down to find Nnoitra entwined around them, still sleeping
from the look.
"Yer awake?" the bluenette said softly. "Was getting' tired of sleepin'."
Rukia cleared her throat uncomfortably. Grimmjow turned and looked at her. "Don
worry, shorty. He can come eat wit ya."
Grimmjow sat up and stretched and then reached down to smack Nnoitra across the
head. He received a growl and the piano toothed espada fixed his one eye on him
with a frown, lifting his head where it had been on top of Ichigo's hip.
Grimmjow looked at Ulquiorra who nodded, and shook Stark's shoulder where he
lay behind Ichigo's back. The primera blinked lazily and nodded, slowly
standing.
"I suppose we should go for now and talk to Szayel," Ulquiorra said, and walked
away, quickly followed by the others. They ignored the looks from the occupants
of the room and left.
Rukia blinked in surprise, expecting something more. But Ichigo stood up,
clutching the sheet around him and was muttering about food and clothes and
trying to figure out why his head hurt. He seemed fine. Finally, though he gave
up and cinched the sheet around his waist like he had the night before and
looked up at Rukia with a soft smile.
"What's for lunch, midget?" he said.
She stood there for a minute then couldn't stop the words from tumbling out.
"What are you doing, standing there l like there's nothing in the worlds wrong?
Like there isn't anything happening out of the ordinary? In the last few days,
they've turned you into…this!"
Ichigo blinked, wondering what she was talking about. Then the anger started to
build in his chest, and to be honest, it wasn't entirely directed at her, just
anger at the situation. Anger at his pride being stripped away, anger at being
drug into a world and war he had never wanted, and anger at not being able to
protect the people he cared so much about.
"This?" he said hotly. "What exactly does that mean?"
"You're not even fighting them! You just lay down with them like they haven't
done what they've done! You're happy, like some part of you is enjoying this
torture! Letting them lay beside you and touch you like that!" she shouted, and
Ichigo could see the others had heard and were moving closer.
Ichigo snapped, his eyes blazing. "You dragged me into this life. I did it to
save my family. Then I did it to save you. I came here to save Inoue. And then
I have everything I am stripped away, layer by layer, and all because I want to
save you. Enjoy? You want to know how I can enjoy this? I give up everything I
am to have a small chance to save you all from them. And I'm reduced to less
than human because of it!"
Rukia blinked, feeling the pulsing reiatsu from him, stronger than before,
seemingly no longer dampened. She just stood as his eyes nearly glowed gold.
"And now you're standing here accusing me of being a whore for them? Well, I'd
rather lay down with them, than stand her anymore," he said finally, pushing
past her and to their surprise, slung open the door with a cracking sound and
it fell shut behind him.
Ichigo didn't even realize he'd broken through the seal. Before he knew it he
was storming through the blank, white hallways. He felt strange though, like
his burst of energy was fading quickly. He stumbled into the wall and caught
his breath. His strength from the exertion was quickly fading away, much to his
displeasure.
"Well, what is this?" a voice behind him said, chuckling.
He spun around and found himself facing a couple arrancar he'd never seen. One
was short, with dark hair and a strange helmet like mask on his head. Beside
him stood a helmeted blond arrancar. They were staring at him intently. He
swallowed convulsively.
"Barragan-sama said that there was a little pest running around, but I had no
idea it would be a shinigami…" the blond said, looking over at the shorter
brunette. "What do you think, Ggio?"
Ggio sniffed. "Well, Findorr, you notice that? He is a beta after all. I
thought Charlotte was full of shit."
The blond smiled broader. "Well, you know, I think you're right. Smells not so
strong now, who took you as mate, there orange?"
Ichigo was backed into the wall as the blond slammed a hand into the wall
beside his head. "I-I d-don't know…" he stammered, honestly. Would he consider
all four of them his mates? Or was did that even happen?
Findorr grinned. "So that means you've been making the rounds, like a good
little slutty beta, huh?"
Ichigo was frozen in place, staring into those covered eyes and he glanced over
at the other one who was leering at him. "Seems like he's a little weakened,
doesn't he, Findorr? Thought he was supposed to be such a threat to Aizen-
sama."
Findorr leaned closer, his bone covered forehead nearly touching Ichigo's.
"Well, isn't that a shame."
"Look, I-I can't fight right now, okay, just let me go…I'm looking for…" he
started, only to have his head snapped to the side by a skull shaking backhand.
"Quiet." Ichigo felt the command to his heels and he couldn't speak. Great. He
happens to run into another alpha. But the hold wasn't as strong, not nearly as
strong as Grimmjow's had been. But he kept quiet anyway, not sure what he would
do if he realized he didn't have complete control over him. Even without the
command, his reiatsu was pitifully weak, especially after the outburst at
Rukia.
Findorr smiled, and ran a finger across his face, then down his neck. He wanted
to run, but the dark haired one was staring at him. "Normally, I just fuck
him," he said motioning with his head at the shorter arrancar behind him.
"Barragan-sama doesn't seem to mind what we do as long as we're around when he
wants us to do something. But, looking at you, I could make an exception to
such a pretty beta."
Ichigo felt his knees weaken. This was certainly not going the way he wanted.
He just wanted to get away from the accusing eyes of his friends and hide his
shame at what he knew he'd become. He didn't want to be a tool, a thing to be
used, but he was, at the deepest, doing it to try and protect his friends. The
same as always. Giving up his human life. Nearly dying to become a shinigami on
his own. Taking down half of soul society to help Rukia. And these two, he was
not going to allow this, because it wasn't their place. The only ones he would
let touch him were the Espada. Because they had the power to send his friends
home. These did not have that power.
"Leave me alone," he growled, fixing the blond with a glare.
He looked shocked, realizing that his command had gone unheeded. "Well, pet has
some bite to him to shrug off my command so easily."
Ichigo tried to shove him off but found his hands slammed into the wall above
his head harshly. He struggled and tried to kick at the body over him. He was
growing weaker though, seemingly something inside sucking all the strength from
his body. Findor was biting at his neck and for some reason, even though with
the others it was pleasant, it felt disgusting. He struggled away from his
mouth just wanting it to stop. He pressed a hand into his chest and for a
moment he thought his sternum was going to break. He let go and Ichigo gasped
for air at the release of the pressure. He ran his tongue up his chin and to
his mouth and then forced his way in. Ichigo was having none of it, though and
as soon as his tongue was inside, he bit down as hard as he could.
Findorr yelped, dropping his hold on the orangette, and he slipped down the
wall, his legs unable to hold him up. He dropped to hands and knees to scramble
away from the pair but found more white clad legs in front of him. He looked up
to see the dark haired one leering down at him and he had no warning before
weight fell on his back, crushing him to the floor. Ggio smiled and stepped
down on his hand hard, making him cry out in frustration as he felt the blood
from the mouth above him dripping. He yanked a the painfully held hand,
grasping at it with the opposite.
"Ya really shouldn't have done that," Ggio said, arching a brow down at him.
"Findorr gets a little violent when he gets hurt."
He felt the sheet shredded, the cold rush of air on his back sending shivers up
his back. With his left hand pinned by the dark haired arrancar, he couldn't do
much except try to pull it out. He could see blood welling from his efforts. He
cried out again, not sure what else to do, but was rewarded with a swift kick
to his jaw from Ggio.
"Shut up, beta," he said.
Ichigo dropped his head hard to floor, feeling like he might have broke his
jaw. The other one's hands were on his hip and despite the pain, he found
himself screaming as he forced himself on him. It lasted too long, and he felt
tears pouring. He didn't think Nnoitra's attack had hurt like this.
Hold on, king, the voice in his head said. They're coming to help ya, just hold
on a lil bit more. I'm protectin' the chambers.
Ichigo sobbed into his right elbow when suddenly there was a crash and his hand
was free. He pulled it back toward him as the pain behind him stopped and he
found himself being pulled by someone. He couldn't tell who, though, his world
was a haze of pain at the moment. He smelled someone familiar and he clutched
onto them, burying his head into a strong chest. He heard more sounds, but the
roaring in his ears eclipsed much else until his eyes closed despite how hard
he tried to keep them open.
-Espada's meeting chamber – earlier—
"So what is the report on the shinigami beta?" Aizen asked, leaning casually on
his fist and looking over his espada. The four who had taken on the beta had
finally wandered in a second ago.
Szayel nodded. "He's taken to the implantation well, his reiatsu seems to be
enough to feed the young. I haven't examined it to any extent, but there will
be no need to dispose of him. No doubt the issue will be powerful if the boy's
full power is any indication."
Aizen sighed as Yammy snorted. "What is this, anyway? I go away and now you
have a beta all to yerself?"
Szayel arched a pink brow at him. "I assure you, I have no interest in the
espada's beta."
Yammy grinned. "So do I get to have a little fun?"
Grimmjow snarled. "No, you fuckin' beast, you don't. You touch him and I'll
fuckin' rip yer head off."
Yammy frowned at him. "Like hell you can take me, fucker."
There was a stifled yawn. "Yes, but I think you'll find it hard to take him and
me together."
"And me as well," Ulquiorra commented with a blank expression.
"The fuck, you all fuckin' this beta? What's so fuckin' special about him?" he
asked.
Ulquiorra said. "He is the Kurosaki boy."
There was a long silence and Yammy snorted. "I thought you said he was trash."
Suddenly, Nnoitra's head popped up from his hand. "The fuck…"
Then, before Aizen could even say anything, he'd leaped to his feet and
sonidoed away. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra frowned and then Grimmjow muttered.
"Shit!" leaping up and following the mantis. Ulquiorra stood and glanced at
Stark.
"Coming, primera, or too lazy to help our beta?" he said mildy. Stark rolled
his eyes and nodded, following Ulquiorra in another sonido.
Nnoitra came out and heat rose to his face at what he saw. He saw Ichigo,
sprawled out on the floor, the stupid blond fraccion of Barragan's on top of
him, and the short one standing on his hand it looked like. He leaped, knocking
Ggio off his feet and through the next wall. Findorr looked up in time to see a
blue haired figure launch himself over and tackle him to the floor.
Ulquiorra and Stark touched down, and Stark dropped down and pulled him into
his arms, letting him sob against him. Ulquiorra looked down at the pinned
arrancar with impassive green eyes.
"Why are you assaulting our beta?" he said as Grimmjow restrained himself
incredibly well, not ripping out the throat below him.
Findorr seemed shocked. "Your beta? He's too weak for any of you!"
Grimmjow growled at him dangerously. "He's fuckin' our beta, and ya are very
lucky that ya are Barragan's fraccion or you would be dead for touching him at
all. As it stands, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, then drop you at
Barragan's fuckin' feet."
There was a crash and Ggio came flying back into the hallway, skidding to a
stop beside Findorr's pinned body. He looked over, seeing his fellow fraccion
bloodied, and a six armed Nnoitra stalked up on him, then turned to glare at
Findorr who gasped. "You too?"
Stark then walked up over both of them, holding the orange headed shinigami in
his arms against his chest. He'd taken off his coat and wrapped him up in it.
"If I weren't so damn lazy I'd kill you both," he yawned dramatically. "I'm
taking him to Szayel, you three clean up the mess and deliver them to Barragan
with my regards."
Stark took off without another room and knocked and figured that Szayel would
still be in the meeting room. He entered the room, barechested and annoyed.
Aizen looked up, seeing the primera with his coat wrapped around the orange
haired Shinigami. He fixed Barragan with a look.
"You're going to be down two fraccion for a long while after Nnoitra and
Grimmjow are done with them," he said.
Barragan looked at him, and down at the bundle in his arms but said nothing.
"Szayel, check him over."
Szayel looked at Aizen then back at the primera and Aizen nodded. Szayel got to
his feet and followed as the primera headed to his lab. He dropped out of
sonido and entered the sterile room and put him down on the table. Szayel
clucked over him, turning his head and frowning.
"I swear, when will anyone realize he's not a full hollow?" he muttered and set
about administering some drugs to advance the healing process. He definitely
broke his jaw, and if he didn't fix it quickly, lack of food would kill him and
the issue. He set it quickly, getting a moan from Ichigo in his dazed state.
Stark stood back, looking for all intents and purposes to be sleeping standing
against the wall. But truthfully, his slit eyes were on every move Szayel made.
A moment later he heard the outer door open and Ulquiorra entered to stand
beside him. Szayel picked up his hand and rolled his eyes. He injected him with
something and the redness seemed to start fading quickly. He started to pull
off Stark's coat, and glanced up to him. Stark glowered and Szayel sighed,
pulling off the coat and grabbing a sheet from beside him to toss over him. He
tossed the coat to the primera and finished checking him over, still annoyed.
He found no serious damage that he wouldn't heal in the next day or so.
In a bit Grimmjow and Nnoitra came in and Szayel knew he was probably going to
have more patients since both of them had bloodied knuckles. Neither said
anything as he continued to treat him, then he ran a hand over his belly to
check the chambers, which to his surprise were perfectly fine. Then he glanced
down to see his eyes open, but they weren't brown they were black and gold.
"If yer wonderin' freak, I protected them," he said in a different voice.
Stark and Nnoitra frowned and looked over. "The fuck?" Nnoitra said when Ichigo
looked over at him.
Grimmjow shrugged. "Sometimes when he's out, his hollow likes ta talk."
Ichigo's face smiled in a way that was very unnatural. "I see ya all didn't
expect him to get out, ya need to watch 'im better, so he don't go walking out
on his own again. Our reiatsu is being sapped at an incredible rate, so he
can't put up with this shit much. I can't protect him for much longer, gonna be
up ta ya."
Then his eyes closed and opened again, this time brown. "Ow…"
Grimmjow came up to him first. "Hey, what the fuck ya doin' leaving the room?"
he scowled.
Ichigo swallowed, his jaw tight and he couldn't really move it. "Just walked,
sorry, was mad."
"What the hell you get mad about enough to go fuckin' wanderin' around without
anyone with you?" Nnoitra said, standing beside Grimmjow.
Ichigo turned away, his eyes glistening already, though from pain or something
else he wasn't sure. "Nothing, just…"
Szayel sighed. "Talk later; I'll have him mostly healed up by later today. The
cubs are forming into the chambers, so in a couple days we'll know how many are
in there. Since you all four seemed to have tried, I don't know how many there
will be. But I'm warning you, if he has enough connection and he tries to keep
four chambers, I can't be sure the results. That's a dangerous draw on his
reiatsu, but the stronger the reiatsu the more chambers it will support. Now,
go, and then we'll try to figure out how to handle this…mess."
The four espada left and paused outside the door. "How the hell did he get past
the barrier?" Grimmjow wondered.
Stark nodded. "Perhaps we should discuss the situation with his friends.
Something happened to make him angry enough to break it."
So it was that a few moments later, four espada stood outside the door with the
five captives. Stark broke the seal and opened the door, heading inside to see
five sets of eyes widen at the sight of all four of them. The door shut and
sealed behind them.
Rukia frowned at the, sitting on the sofa. "What do you want?"
"What did you do to upset him?" Ulquiorra said from beside Stark, hands in his
pockets and scanning the faces of those present.
There was a pause. "What do you mean?" Renji asked.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "You guys are fuckin' idiots, ya know that? Someone
pissed him off, he left the room, and ended up with a fuckin' broken hand and
jaw courtesy of a couple fraccion that ran into him."
The silence spread out. And it was Nnoitra that picked it up. "Ya think he's
giving into us too easily, and you told him that, didn't ya?"
Stark arched a brow and yawned. "Man, this is not good. I need a nap, you guys
handle this," he said and wandered away.
Grimmjow growled under his breath. "Do you fuckin' even understand what's
happening?"
Inoue was staring at her hands while Chad and Uryu watched the espada closely.
Rukia was glaring at them, sitting beside Renji.
"Fuck, look, he's different, but ain't he yer fuckin' friend still? He didn't
want any of this shit, ya know, and he can't stop it now. He's going to do what
we tell him, not because he wants to but because he has to. There ain't no
choice in the matter. But only when it comes to us. No one else can match his
power," Grimmjow said with a sigh. "And trust me, anyone lower than me in the
espada couldn't even match him."
Nnoitra nodded and continued, "He fought fuckin' Ggio and Findorr hard enough
to get a fuckin' broken jaw and hand because he wouldn't submit to their
fuckin' asses. But he's weak as fuck right now, all his energy being pulled
into the cubs. So we had to fuckin' pull that blond Findorr off him and beat
the fuck out of him and his helper, Ggio. No one is going to fuck our beta
without his permission, not even us anymore. And it was pretty damn obvious he
didn't want them to touch him."
Rukia dropped her eyes then, unsure what to say. She was so angry, but it
wasn't really at Ichigo, it was mostly at herself. No matter how things went,
she'd been the one to drag him into the whole mess. And now she'd pushed him
away, disgusted at herself that she'd let something happen to someone she cared
about. She hadn't been thinking about how horrible he felt.
Ulquiorra looked them over. "Aizen-sama has decided with the successful
conception, with the primera's request, one of you will be sent home. Decide
among yourself who it will be and I will return in an hour to send you to the
world of the living."
With that, all three turned on their heels and left them to contemplate it.
Renji pulled Rukia against him.
"Kuchiki-kun, I think you should go so you can talk to soul society," Inoue
said softly. "I'd feel better if Abarai-kun stayed until I've gone home."
Rukia shook her head. "No, Inoue you should go back. You can talk to Urahara
and he can get hold of Soul Society. We have to take this chance, but I should
wait until Ichigo can go back. If…if Renji and I don't stay, there could be
problems later with soul society. I don't want them to punish him because of
what he's been forced into."
Inoue looked at them with large, teary eyes. "But what if one of you is hurt
again?"
Ishida dropped a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure that to keep control of
Kurosaki, they will make sure that doesn't happen. He bargained to get one of
us released. The least we can do is have faith in him."
At that Rukia's mind went back to what she'd said this morning. "I'm so stupid,
how could I have upset him so badly?"
Renji patted her back. "Just apologize when he returns."
"How can he forgive me after…after he was attacked because he left?" she said.
Chad, who had been quiet, spoke then. "None of us understood. He did not know
there was danger. The espada seemed to think he could not leave. We now know
that is not true."
***** Promises Kept *****
True to his word, an hour later Ulquiorra returned. He looked them over. "Have
you decided?" he asked.
Before anyone could speak, Rukia stood up. "Take Orhime, please. Take her to
Kisuke Urahara's Shoten."
He nodded and reached his hand out to the busty woman. She looked back at him.
"Can I say good bye to Kurosaki-kun?" she asked softly.
Ulquiorra looked thoughtful and nodded. "He is still in Szayel's lab, but you
can. I prefer he know we have kept our word."
He led her out, then grabbed her into a sonido and escorted her into Szayel's
lab where Ichigo was laying out on the table, a great purple bruise covering
most of his jaw and his left hand bandaged. He was sleeping. As soon as
Ulquiorra got close, his head turned toward him slowly as though he felt his
presence.
"Ulkea?" he muttered, trying not to move his jaw.
Ulquiorra came around where he could see him. "That's an odd way to put my
name. I have brought the woman to bid you farewell. As we Stark said, we will
send one of your friends home."
Inoue walked over beside the green eyed espada and tried not to cry. "I'm
sorry, Kurosaki-kun but the others wanted me to go, I wanted to stay. Ichigo
shook his head. "No, came here fa ya, ya go home safe, 'kay?"
He smiled, but it quickly turned into a grimace as pain lanced around his face.
He looked up at Ulquiorra and there were tears in his eyes. "Thank you," he
said quietly.
Inoue hugged him clumsily. "I'm so sorry, Kurosaki-kun! I'm sorry that I took
away the first babies without knowing it! I'm sorry I got taken here and
dragged you into this mess! And I'm sorry…"
Ichigo pushed her up and gave her a slight smile. "Shh, no. Go home. Tell my
dad I love him, tell hat'n'clog that I'm okay, and him to talk to dad please.
Don't cry for me."
She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead and he grasped her hand tightly.
"I've always loved you, Kurosaki-kun," she said finally and nearly ran out of
the room. Ulquiorra followed.
They went into the hall and Ulquiorra called up the garganta and led her
through. They said nothing on the walk but it opened directly above Urahara's
shop. As soon as they stepped out, Urahara was out the door holding his cane in
front of him, but seeing Inoue he paused and watched as Ulquiorra brought her
to the ground.
"Espada, where are the rest of them?" he asked, fearing to know the answer.
Inoue ran forward nearly tripping and grabbed Urahara to bury her head in his
chest, starting to sob. Urahara looked at her then back to the passive espada.
He pulled the sword fee from the cane sheath and pointed it at the espada.
"Where are they?"
Ulquiorra looked thoughtful and saw that Inoue was incapable of speech
currently.
"Since the woman is distraught, I will tell you. They are safe, but confined.
Inoue is being returned per agreement with Kurosaki Ichigo. Should Kurosaki
continue to abide by our agreement, another of his friends will be returned.
Once all his friends are returned, he will remain with us. At that point, he
will choose not to leave," he said, impassively.
Urahara frowned. "What do you mean? He will choose not to leave?"
"Kurosaki is not a full hollow, therefore he will not abandoned his offspring,"
he said watching for a reaction.
"Offspring? What?" his mind was racing to try and comprehend it.
"Kurosaki is being used to breed stronger arrancar/vizard hybrids. Thus far he
is successful in carrying an unknown number of offspring, and we do not know
the sire involved with them. Espadas primera, myself cuartra, quinta and sexta
have attempted to sire with Kurosaki. We are certain at least one has taken,"
he said, his eyes showing no emotion.
Urahara blinked. "How can he carry offspring? He's a human male."
Ulquiorra had thought this particular man more aware. "Kurosaki is half hollow.
Hollows offspring is dependent on physical sex, only on alpha or beta status.
Kurosaki is a male beta capable of carrying offspring. His hollow subdued him
once they had been in Hueco Mundo long enough for him to begin a heat cycle for
impregnantion. If he had not come to Hueco Mundo, his hollow would not have
gained control. Only Espada ranked six or above are capable of mating with him
due to his high level of power."
Urahara stammered for a second to wrap his head around this, and that never
happened. Never. Never was Urahara caught off guard or surprised by something.
This ones the one incredible exception to that rule.
"I will leave you, I must attend to Kurosaki. He has entered a vulnerable
stage, and must be protected by us. I will see you if Aizen decides to allow
another of his friends to go free. Until then, they will not be harmed," he
said passively and flicked his hand to open the inky blackness and stepped in,
letting it shut behind him.
"Is this true, Inoue?" Urahara said softly.
"Oh god, Urahara-san, it is true! They've done some horrible things to him, and
we couldn't help him!" she cried into his green top. Urahara looked up as a
familiar shinigami flash stepped in front of him.
"Inoue!" Toshiro said as he moved closer, the small captain frowning. "Urahara,
I felt an espada's presence, what's happening? Where did it go?"
Urahara sighed. "I think we should go inside and talk and I'll tell you what
the espada said, and then get Inoue some tea so she can tell us what she saw."
Toshiro frowned but nodded following them into the shoten. Urahara made the
tea, and to Toshiro's surprise, the small captain saw his hand shake. And that
was something he had to admit to having never seen. He then sat a small
recording device on the table and turned it on. He seated them all around and
recalled what Ulquiorra had said. Toshiro was just as surprised.
"You said it was true, Ohrime-san?" he said softly.
She nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah, I was called to heal him when they were
brought in. The really tall freaky looking one had bitten his neck, and he was
bleeding, so I healed it, and we were in front of Aizen. They were talking
about him like he wasn't there, like he was some thing for them to use. Then
the blue haired one, Grimmjow just grabbed him up and tossed him over his
shoulder, and told him to be still before he broke his ribs. Then he told me
they'd probably need me later. I was scared, and they took me, Abarai-kun,
Kuchiki-kun, Sado-kun and Ishida-kun to an apartment. But later they called me
back to heal him…and oh god they almost killed him Urahara. The tall one said
to heal him or I'd take his place." She swallowed hard.
"This pink haired espada, Szayel came in and explained that Kurosaki-kun could
carry babies, but because I had healed him, the ones that may or may not have
been forming were rejected along with the wounds. So I couldn't be allowed to
heal him… Then Ulquiorra came and dragged him away. When he brought him back
the next day, he had bites and bruises, but not like before. He passed out and
the pink haired one came back and said he was carrying a reiatsu bundle that
might or might not turn into a baby. Then this little girl came and said the
primera espada wanted him and Kurosaki-kun wanted to stay, but she said if he
came with her, then he would talk to Aizen about letting one of us go. So he
went, though we begged him not to. He said he had to. He came back later, and
he looked sleepy, and half dressed."
She blushed suddenly. Urahara frowned. "What is it, Inoue?"
"They had him wearing this awful set of clothes, with slits down the sides of
his hakama almost to his ankles and a kusado that covered his shoulders and
that was it. It was nice, though, in a way," she said, blushing again. She had
to admit, viewing him in the scant outfit had been interesting. "But he went to
shower and fell, getting dizzy. They took his clothes and he had to wrap up in
his sheet instead until he could figure out how to get some more."
"Inoue, what happened to his shihakuso? His reiatsu should have reformed it,"
Toshiro said frowning.
She nodded. "His hollow somehow repressed it, and we could hardly sense him
even in the same room. Something about how the reiatsu spikes before a heat,
and then is almost nonexistent so they can be overtaken by the alphas," she
said, blushing at the thought.
Urahara nodded, mentally charting all the information he'd been given. "Where
do the souls come from?" he asked suddenly. "Hollows aren't born, they're
made…"
Inoue nodded. "We asked that too, Szayel said that it is a matter of instinct,
not necessity, and since hollows are made up of tons of souls, they basically
implant one of those souls using their reiatsu. Then the one that is carrying
it accepts or rejects it. And Aizen told us that if Kurosaki-kun didn't accept
at least one, he'd be killed."
They were silent for a moment. "What happened then, Inoue-san?" Urahara
prompted.
"Oh, yes, he fell, and had his head stitched, and Szayel said his heat was cut
short because of being human. So he would form the reiatsu chambers for the
babies soon. But Grimmjow came and got him again, saying he had something to
show him. I don't know what happened, but later Nnoitra brought him back with
Grimmjow and laid him in the bed, then Stark and Ulquiorra came in, and they
all went in there with him, and there was a lot of strange reiatsu, and they
ended up falling asleep on the bed with him, all of them, just laying against
him and holding onto him. It was so strange, and almost like…like they cared
about him," she said softly.
She breathed harshly. "Kuchiki-kun was angry. She didn't understand how he
could just let them do those things, and she wasn't thinking clearly. I think
she was angry at herself because she got Kurosaki-kun involved in the
shinigami. But the next morning she woke him up for lunch, and he didn't seem
bothered at all by the espada. They got up and left, and Kurosaki-kun was
trying to act like everything was okay, and we all knew it wasn't. So…so
Kuchiki-kun yelled at him, and said something she shouldn't have."
"Like what?" Urahara prompted, reaching out and touching her hand gently.
She breathed deeply. "That they turned him into something different, that he
wasn't fighting them, that he was enjoying it. I saw it when he snapped, the
fury and hurt in his eyes, Urahara-san. He was so mad that his reiatsu nearly
choked me. He told Kuchiki-kun that he would do anything they told him if he
thought it would save us and send us home. And he said she was accusing him of
being…being…" she stopped. "Of being a whore for them. And that he would rather
lay down with them than stand there any longer. He barged out somehow breaking
the seal to the door and sealing it back, even though we couldn't budge the
door before or after that no matter how hard we tried."
Her tears were filling up again. "But he was alone, and he was weak, and two of
the other arrancars ran into him because the espada were with Aizen. And they
hurt him because he tried to fight them off, but he couldn't. His alphas came
back afterward and were angry, really angry because he was hurt. I never
thought I'd see them angry about someone else, you know? But they figured out
pretty quickly how he got so mad. And they told us what happened because of it.
And that he wasn't just there for anyone to use, and he wouldn't give in to
anyone, because he was still fighting them after they broke his jaw and his
hand, because he knew…he knew that they didn't have the power to help us like
the espada. And so Kuchiki-kun refused to come back when we were told one could
return, and she insisted it be me. I think she feels responsible for everying,
Urahara-san," she said sighing deeply.
Urahara sighed again, his head swirling. He clicked off the recording device
and pulled half of it off and handed it to the slight captain.
"For you to take to soul society, Toshiro-chan. Please hurry," he said softly,
and poured Inoue another cup of tea. He picked up the phone with a shuttering
breath.
"Hello?" came the reply.
"Issin-san, it's about Ichigo-kun. Come to my shop, please," he said softly,
then closed the phone.
Innoue looked up. "You know Kurosaki-kun's father?"
Urahara nodded. "That I do. Would you like to rest here or go to your home,
Inoue-san?"
She thought. "I don't want to be alone, Urahara-san, may I rest in one of the
rooms?"
Urahara smiled and nodded, leading her into one of the spare rooms where there
was a comfortable futon to lay on. As he came back into the front, a familiar
man was standing there waiting for him. This was not a discussion he was
looking forward to having right now.
"Come in, sit down for tea, and I'll play the recording I just made for you,"
he said softy.
-Las Noches—
Ulquiorra headed back to the room with the others and informed them that Inoue
had been handed over to Urahara Kisuke and the eccentric shop keeper had been
given an explanation from Ulquiorra himself. He then headed to check on Ichigo,
and found him resting. As he stepped outside he ran into his three fellow
alphas.
"I returned the woman. I believe the gesture will improve his mood," he said to
them.
Grimmjow growled. "What would improve my mood would be to fuckin' kill Findorr
and Ggio right now."
Nnoitra grinned. "Now now, ya know as well as I do, they're wishin' he had
killed 'em right now. Their rough treatment of ourbeta will not be repeated.
And I think when he's had them cubs, those two should be healed up, and I think
we should let him have at them, show 'em how weak they are compared to him.
He'll rip their faces off!" he said gleefully.
Grimmjow found a smirk tugging at his lips. "Yah, ya know I like that. They
called him weak. I wanna see that one. So I guess I'll let 'em live. Just watch
Ichi kick their asses."
Stark snorted, waking himself up where he'd fallen asleep against the wall.
"Yeah, I'm going back to sleep. But first where are we going to keep him? He
can't go about alone, and if he has the moods…"
Nnoitra blinked. "Shit, if fergot that one. Fuck, he's gonna be a pain, isn't
he?"
Ulquiorra nodded. "He already went off on the Kuchiki woman and stormed off. We
cannot trust him to stay behind any sort of barrier. His reiatsu is too strong
and can burst out when he is agitated."
"So he needs one of us who can actually command him around at all times," he
said softly.
"Should we take one of those apartments Aizen-sama built like his friends are
in, and stay together until the cubs are born? There are four rooms for us,"
Ulquiorra said thoughtfully.
Stark snorted again. "Oh, we could do that. Lillynette will have to come with
me, of course."
Grimmjow nodded. "Well, I ain't got no fraccion left to worry about. I'll go
ask Aizen-sama about it. But I doubt he'll have an issue. If he wants his
hybrids healthy, we gotta keep 'im happy."
He wandered off leaving the other three. Stark yawned and headed back to his
mountain of pillows. Nnoitra sighed. "I'm gonna go kill some piss-ant hollows."
Ulquiorra watched them all leave and went into the room to watch the beta
sleep. The purple of the bruise on his face was fading, and Szayel had removed
the bandage off his hand. Szayel came in and looked up. "He'll be ready to
leave in an hour or so. Could you find him some clothes? It might be beneficial
so that he's not running around nearly naked to keep the other arrancar from
assaulting him again."
Ulquiorra nodded and went off to find something for him to wear. He managed to
find a set of hakama that looked his size, and a jacket the reminded him of the
black and red bankai coat he wore. They were, of course, white. But he headed
back to Szayel and found that he was helping him sit up on the bed. He rubbed
his jaw absently.
Ulquiorra nodded to him, and handed him the clothes. "I have found some
suitable attire for you, Kurosaki."
Ichigo looked at it skeptically. "It's not the prostitute get up again, is it?"
Ulquiorra frowned. "It is something I thought you would like."
Szayel and Ulquiorra helped him down, the sheet falling away, and though he
knew it really shouldn't bother him, he felt a mad blush creep up his face.
Ulquiorra helped him into the hakama and pulled the obi tight around his waist.
He was glad to see they were normal hakama. Then he helped him shrug on the
kusoda, which was long and form fitting, much like his bankai cloak, with a
high collar and buttons that came up to his collarbone. The sleeves weren't as
long, only three quarter of the way down his arms, but they were tight fitting.
He looked up at Ulquiorra and smiled. "That's much better."
Despite himself, Ulquiorra felt a flutter in his chest of…happiness? He'd done
something that Ichigo liked and he was pleased about it. He smiled in return
and led Ichigo to the room with his friends. They dropped out of sonido and
Ulquiorra held on for a moment, looking up at him. He was a few inches taller
than the espada, but the green eyed man seemed to grow when he wanted to. He
reached up and brushed the greenish bruise on his jaw and frowned.
"Because of this, one of is will remain with you at all times, we cannot let
you risk the health of the cubs or your own health. So we will not hesitate to
command you if you are going to hurt either," he said and released the seal and
led him into the room by the hand. Ichigo looked down where his hand was
clasped in the paler one and didn't mind at all.
As soon as he entered, Rukia was in front of him apologizing franticly and
begging him to forgive her because she upset him. He sighed and ruffled her
hair and walked into the room, pulling Ulquiorra with him to the table at the
kitchen.
"Midget, forget it okay, I'm trying to do the same," he said over his shoulder,
his eyes tired. "I'm going to find something to eat for me and Ulkea."
Ulquiorra's lips twitched into a small smile. He actually liked that nickname
even though it had come about from his inability to use his name with his jaw
clamped shut.
Rukia and Renji looked at each other. Renji mouthed Ulkea at her. She shrugged
and glanced at the passive espada and realized that he was watching every move
Ichigo made in the tiny kitchen. His eyes never moved to the others in the room
or anything.
"Thank you for taking Inoue back," he said, smiling as he sat down some rice
curry he'd made. He looked over at the others. "Oi, you going to eat or stand
there gawking!"
Before long, they had all sat around the table and ate quietly, not really
knowing how to take the espada that was sitting with them. Finally Ichigo
frowned. "Because of this," he said, motioning at his jaw, where the bruise was
fading to a dark brown now. "They're going to stay with me, at least one of
them, all the time. They don't want me going postal again, and then getting
messed up by someone's stupid fraccion," he said frowning, massaging his still
sore left hand. Of course he couldn't do much about the searing pain that was
still shooting up his back every time he moved.
"Those particular fraccion will not be up and in condition to move for quite
some time," Ulquiorra stated.
Uryu looked up, one raven brow arched. "Were they punished by Aizen?"
Ulquiorra shook his head. "No, I'm afraid that Grimmjow and Nnoitra were
furious, and neither of them has the ability to hold their tempers very well.
If they had not been segunda espada Barragan's fraccion, I believe they would
have been killed outright. Primera almost did however he claimed laziness and
chose to let Grimmjow and Nnoitra take out their frustration on them."
Uryu and Renji exchanged glances. "That's…interesting."
After they eat, and Ichigo had cleaned the dishes away Ulquiorra looked at him.
"You must sleep. Today has been difficult, and your energy is ebbing."
Ichigo frowned. "I've been asleep half the day!"
"Yes, and you must continue to rest until we know how many reiatsu chambers are
forming. The more that form, the more the drain will be on you. Now, you must
rest again."
Ichigo practically pouted, and crossed his arms. "Fine. You're coming with me
right?"
Ulquiorra nodded. "Of course."
"Night, Renji, Chado, Rukia, Ishida!" he called and grabbed Ulquiorra by the
hand and pulled him into the bedroom he'd come to claim as his.
They blinked at each other. "He's positively domestic," Renji commented. "Is
that normal?"
Uryu pushed his glasses up and crossed his white clad legs in the chair. "It is
for human females to nest, so I suppose it is possible for Kurosaki to
experience similar instincts."
"This is too weird!" Rukia exclaimed. "And he's even calling that one pet
names!"
Chad spoke up finally. "No matter how we feel, it is Ichigo's child, and one or
more of them are the father of it. I am sure that Ichigo does not want to lose
them, he would want to protect them."
The sat in silence again. "Kurosaki would want to protect them. They are
innocent. And to protect them, he needs the espada so incidents like today
don't repeat. Animals do it in order to protect their young, to get a strong
mate to keep predators at bay. The same instincts are being used here. He is
our same Kurosaki, but with that instinct added. And seemingly hormones like
any mother experiences."
The door opened and Grimmjow sauntered in. He glanced over at them grouped
around the couch and chairs and fixed them with a grin, the casually flipped
them off and disappeared behind the door to Ichigo's room. A while later, Rukia
got up to check on them, and eased the door open. What she found surprised her.
Ichigo was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, and Grimmjow and
Ulquiorra had each snuggled in one either side with his arms were under each of
their heads. Each one rested their head in the hollow of his shoulder. Both had
a hand lying protectively on his belly, and there was a soft pulsing of reiatsu
emitting from each of their hands every few moments. Gentle and soothing, and
then dissipating into him. Every so often a small pulse of black reiatsu would
meet the green and blue then fade.
Rukia looked behind her to see the others gathered watching. She looked back
and then shut the door gently. She looked at them.
"What if…what if this is more than we thought? What if this is more than them
using him?" she whispered.
She met the eye of the four men around her and she knew they were all wondering
the same thing.
***** Nel's Adventures! *****
The green haired girl skipped through the white hallways. She was looking for
her momma Itsygo's alphas. They all had taken off with him and left Nel bored
walking around Las Noches. She wanted to find something to do. She was so
bored, and wasn't sure what happened to Pesche but that was okay, there were
plenty other arrancars around. When Grimmy-kittycat had tossed Itsygo over his
shoulder and took off, she'd been a little upset. But she wanted Itsygo momma
to have fun too. So she skipped around, getting strange looks from random
fraccion as she wandered.
She found her way into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter to find herself
looking at a fox faced man with slit eyes. He stared at her. She thought she
remembered him.
"Itsygo momma is playin' with alphas. Nel wants to play with someone!" she said
frowning.
"Oh, is he now? What ya think they're playin'?" he asked with a smirk, pulling
down a pan to make something to eat.
Nel looked thoughtfully, scratching her cracked ram's head mask. "Itsygo-momma
get cubs for Nel to play with!" she decided.
Gin smiled same as ever and proceeded to cook noodles for himself. Nel watched.
"Nel want some too!"
He shook his head and added a little extra for the small arrancar. Humming to
himself he dished it into bowls when it was done and took it to the table. He
handed her a bowl and ate his own. She slurped down the noodles rather noisily,
almost getting a frown from Gin. Then she smiled.
"Nel go play now, by Ginny!" she said and skipped off, leaving Gin to watch her
with a shake of her head.
She found her way into a room where there were three female arrancar lazing
around. She jumped up on the lap of one with long, thick hair. The dark skinned
woman stared at her. "What?"
"Nel is looking for Itsygo alphas!" she said.
Halibel entered, frowning beneath her mask at the former tercera. It seemed the
childlike creature had no memory of her time as one of the strongest of the
espada. She looked up to the blond espada.
"What do you mean, child?" Hallibel asked.
Nel smiled. "Nel found momma-itsygo, and momma-Itsygo let Nel be his cub! The
alphas are fighting over him now. Nel hopes Momma-Itsygo has lots of cubs!"
"Does she mean that shinigami, Kurosaki?" the one with the short hair muttered.
Hallibel looked at the girl. "Kurosaki Ichigo?" she asked.
Nel beamed proudly. "Nel has Momma-Itsygo! But now Grimmy-kittycat and the rest
are playing with momma-Itsygo and Nel can't play with Nel Momma-Itsygo!"
"So, it is true, I heard that that shinigami was part hollow," Halibel said,
glancing at her fraccion.
The girl with her hands tucked deep in her sleeves hit her mouth behind them.
"And a beta, this might be interesting. But how did Grimmjow secure him?"
Nel practically bounced. "Grimm-kitty cat has to share! Or he take away momma-
Itsygo from them all!"
"Appacci, go see what you can find out, I am curious about the situation. The
male alphas tend to be less than willing to 'share' their prizes. And after
Grimmjow disobeyed orders to try and kill this shinigami…"
Appacci stood and left the room. Nel happily played with the women for quite
some time before she became bored again.
"Nel want to see Itsygo-Momma!" she whined and left the room.
Finally she came to a room where his scent was strong. She wandered in,
seemingly oblivious to the barriers and crawled up on a bed with her Itsygo.
She saw he was naked, barely covered, and she sniffed deep into his neck.
"Grimmy-kittycat started the heat in momma-itsygo, and Nell smell the cubbies!"
She moved up to look at his face, slightly twisted in pain. She kissed his
cheek. "Momma-Itsygo, keep them for Nel!"
She then laid her head on his belly and fell asleep. She was abruptly woke by
Ulquiorra tossing her off the shinigami. She looked up, and frowned, wanting to
protect her Momma-Itsygo but she knew he was an alpha. She instead moved behind
his head and watched.
"Shinigami," he announced, and when he didn't move, proceeded to dress him
forcefully, as he fought in his sleep. He then yanked him up by the wrist to a
standing position, and he finally shook awake and looked at him with bleary
eyes, not really registering what was happening as he was yanked along with the
green eyed espada in a sonido.
Nel frowned. Alone again without her Momma-Itsygo! She took off and sniffed out
Ulquiorra. She pulled on his pants. The impassive espada glanced down at her.
"Take Nel to momma!" she announced.
The ever impassive cuarta shook his head and walked on, heading to the main
common area to seat himself. Nel was hot on his heels as he sat down. In a
flash she was sitting on his head, holding onto his horned helm with one hand
and leaning over staring at him upside down.
"Nel want momma-Itsygo!" she announced, as the espada plucked her off his head
and sat her down, pointedly ignoring her. Well, to his credit, he tried to
ignore her. But Nel would not be ignored.
For the next few minutes she found everyway in the three worlds to climb, jump,
touch and bother the espada. Gin was sitting across the way looking extremely
amused at the situation, wondering when the espada of despair would crack. He
hoped when it happened they wouldn't have to replace the common room, he rather
liked it as it was now after Yammy and Grimmjow had destroyed it a few weeks
ago.
"Leave," Ulquiorra commanded, almost, not quite, but almost, frowning. He stood
up and found Nel latched to his ankle.
"Nel not leave greeny until Nel see Momma-Itsygo!"
Ulquiorra sighed and reached down, grabbing her by the back of her clothes and
sonidoed to the doorway where Ichigo was currently with his companions. He
opened the door and dumped her in, sealing it behind her. Better to have them
deal with her than him.
Nel was so happy, running to her Momma-Itsygo but then was sad as she sniffed
and found no trace of the cubs. She told them and proceeded to snuggle her
Momma-Itsygo. But that was cut short when Szayel came in demanding to see him.
She sat in his warm recently vacated seat. After Szayel left, she didn't want
to bother him, so she snuck into a bedroom and snuggled into some soft sheets
to sleep. When she woke up, there was a body beside her and she looked to see
the sleeping form of the dark haired boy.
She thought about finding her Momma-Itsygo but heard screaming that she knew to
be him. What had happened to her Momma-Itsygo she thought as the dark haired
boy stumbled out of the bed into the common area. She followed behind his feet
and saw Ulquiorra go into Momma-Itsygo's room. She couldn't go in there if his
alpha was there! There was murmured conversation and she was sure they'd
forgotten she was even there. Soon, the green eyed espada came out, pulling
Ichigo with him and Nel was fast and out the door right behind them, barely
getting out before it sealed shut. She thought about following, but she smelled
the scent of rutting on the green eyed espada, and she frowned to think what he
was going to do to her Momma-Itsygo to make more cubs.
So she wandered again, thinking what she could to so she wasn't bored. Finally
she was back at the room with all the girls. She smiled and skipped into the
room, hopping into the snakey arrancar's lap.
"Nel," she said looking down. "Where is your momma?"
Nel smiled. "Greeny is makin' cubs now!"
Sun-sun glanced at her two fellow fraccions. "Greeny?"
"I believe she means Ulquiorra," Halibel said, entering the room. "I'm
surprised cuarta would lower himself to lay with trash."
Nel jumped up and frowned, her eyes sparking with barely contained reiatsu the
was reminiscent of the woman at her full strength. "Momma-Itsygo is strong!
Even lazy is going to be Momma-Itsygo's alpha!"
At that Halibel quirked an eyebrow. That was certainly interesting. She didn't
know the primera to move much, let alone spend more than a few hours awake. If
he was taking this beta to bed, he must be incredibly power. She nodded to the
furious green haired girl, who settled almost immediately. "Nel play now!"
Sometime later she woke up in the room, snuggled against Mila Rose on the
floor. She sat up and stretched and felt her Momma Itsygo's reiatsu flare out,
along with the one eyed one and Grimm-kittycat. She frowned. Momma-Itsygo
hadn't liked it the last time, but she didn't feel any distress this time from
this one. It was pleasant, almost warm. She smiled and snuggled back down with
the lion arrancar, satisfied that Momma-Itsygo was okay.
After a little bit, Nel decided to see how her Momma-Itsygo was and fell into
step behind Ulquiorra who was headed the same way, almost jumping when Stark
came out of sonido beside him.
"It's time, are you going to him?" the lazy one asked the green eyed one.
Ulquiorra nodded. "I do not know why. I…feel…when he's near me," he looked at
the brunette espada carefully. "It is unfamiliar. I do not understand this."
Stark yawned dramatically and nodded. "I don't know, I don't feel lonely with
him. That, too, is unfamiliar to me."
Then they were gone, and Nel quickly followed, sliding through the door behind
them, once more keeping a careful eye on her Momma. She could feel the roiling
reiatsu and she sensed the overwhelming presence of the reiatsu chambers
forming around the souls inside her Momma-Itsygo. She smiled. The alphas had
come to help him! That was a surprise. Nel knew that the task could kill momma-
Itsygo since he was weakened. And normally the alphas didn't care; if they died
they should have been stronger. But no, all four had come and were supporting
him, their own overbearing reiatsu seeping out and boosting the beta's, helping
reduce the drain on his limited supplies of spiritual energy.
When it was done, the reiatsu receded, and all four of the alphas slumped into
an exhausted sleep. It couldn't be helped. They all desperately wanted to have
their soul survive inside the beta, and the beta desperately wanted the same
thing to pour so much of his own energy into the act that he would have died
without help. Nel snuck in and found a pillow and curled up under the bed heavy
with the bodies of the espada and her momma-Itsygo.
Nel was sleeping peacefully when a massive burse of Momma-Itsygo's angry
reiatsu left her awake and shuddering under the bed. She gasped a she heard the
outer door slap, a crackling sound where the barrier had been ripped open and
resealed itself behind him. She panicked, her heart racing. Momma-Itsygo
shouldn't go out there alone! Not after the chambers had just formed last
night! He was weak, too weak, and if he ran into any other arrancar!
But Nel was scared so she stayed put, under the bed, crying in silence. She
waited. And it seemed like forever when she heard Grimmjow's voice rising in
the next room. She crept to the door and listened as he told them that Momma-
Itysgo had been hurt by two of Barragan's fraccion. She felt her heart ache as
she scurried out the door, nearly tripping Stark who stared down at her lazily.
"Is Momma-Itsygo okay? Is the cubbies okay? Nel want to know!" she cried at
him.
Stark reached down and ruffled her hair, the little girl arrancar reminding her
of Lilynette. "He is going to be fine. He needs to rest."
"Who hurt Nel Momma-Itsygo?" she asked, her eyes again gleaming with barely
contained reiatsu.
"Barragan's Findorr and Ggio. But after Grimmjow and Nnoitra got done with
them, they aren't going to be doing much for a while," he said shrugging.
Nel nodded. "Good. Nel is glad. Nel go find friends now. You take care of
Momma-Itsygo?"
Stark yawned again. "He's with Szayel. He'll be fine. We're not going to leave
him alone anymore, too dangerous for the cubs. And him," he said, adding the
thought on the end, almost absently, then disappeared in a sonido.
Nel ran to Halibel's rooms and launcher herself into Appacci's arms bawling,
tears and snot dripping from her face. Appacci held her arm's length and
grimaced.
"The hell is wrong with you?" she asked, Sun-Sun and Mila Rose coming over and
Halibel coming from the other room.
"Momma-Itsygo got hurt again!" she wailed.
Halibel tightened her back recalling Stark showing up in the meeting, his arms
full of a bundle that an orange shock of hair had stuck out from his own coat.
He'd made an offhand remark to Barragan about his fraccion and took off with
Szayel. Despite appearances, her interest in the male beta came from the fact
that she herself, while an alpha female, took care of her betas, and saw them
almost as equals or at least friends.
"What happened, Nel?" she asked.
Nel sniffed harshly, sucking a glob of snot up her nose making Mila Rose retch
slightly and turn away. "Momma-Itsygo's friends got him mad and he left, but
two found him, and they hurt him!"
Appacci had set the wailing child espada down and she was sniffing loudly now,
tears still streaming down her face. "Nel is scared! What if they hurt the cubs
when they hurt him! Momma-Itsygo is out of heat!"
Halibel and her fraccion exchanged glances. Alphas could continue to mate with
their betas after a successful heat, but only if they carried their reiatsu
signature in the chambers. Anyone else that tried to mate with the beta would
disrupt the reiatsu and lead to them degrading, and leading to another heat to
quickly replace the lost cubs. It was a vicious cycle, and one of the reasons
that Halibel kept her beta females so close to her.
Nel continued to cry but Halibel left her there and went to see Szayel and find
out what had happened. She entered the room and saw that Ichigo was asleep, a
huge purple bruise coloring one side of his jaw.
Szayel looked up. "Tercera," he commented, going about checking the vital signs
of the beta.
"What happened to him?" she asked simply.
The octavo sighed. "Well, seems that Findorr and Ggio decided that they wanted
to try a little bit of fun on the espada's little beta here. He was lucky.
Grimmjow yanked that blond idiot off him before he could finish and destroy the
cubs. I've already had to tend to both of them. Nnoitra and Grimmjow made them
wish they were dead. I doubt they'll be leaving Barragan's castle for the next
few days, maybe a week or two."
"Findorr isn't strong enough to take this beta," she said, walking over to him,
running a hand over his sleeping frame. "I would have liked him among my
fraccion if the others weren't so adamant to have him. He is just as vulnerable
as my own fraccion were once long ago."
Szayel nodded. "He'll be fine, even without the woman to heal him."
Halibel frowned. "The woman? Isn't she with the others?"
Szayel shook his head. "Primera requested Aizen-sama send one of them home, to
keep the beta in check. He is much less resistant when he thinks he is helping
protect his friends. Even when his friends are the ones that got him into the
situation."
Halibel nodded and headed back to tell Nell that her adopted mother was fine.
Once she was satisfied, Nel skipped off to who knows where to wait until she
could go see her Momma-Itsygo again. Halibel stood thoughtfull then turned to
her fraccion.
"Keep an eye on the beta, I have a feeling that there will be repercussions
from the other fraccion of Barragan's. They are foolish idiots, and may
retaliate on him," she said sighing.
***** Retalliation *****
"You're kidding me?" the arrancar with the purple hair said, looking at the two
incapacitated fraccion.
His companion, bare-chested and covered in red tattoos snorted. "That's what
Barragan said. They got beat up by Grimmjow and Nnoitra."
"Why didn't Barragan do nothing?" the helmet headed Nirgge stated.
Ggio and Findorr were both in Barragan's castle now, both bound up in many
bandages and waiting for their bodies to regenerate. The remaining four
fraccion stood around them and pondered if perhaps retaliation was in order.
"It's not like we can take on Nnoitra and Grimmjow directly," Charlotte said,
flipping his purple locks of her shoulder. "Why did it happen?"
The red tattooed Abirama snorted. "They found a beta, a human shinigami, and
Findorr was taking advantage of the proffered flesh. If they didn't want him
getting passed around, he shouldn't have been wandering the halls alone."
Charlotte nodded. "If we can't reach them, then we reach their beta."
Abirama looked up between him and Nirgge. "That's perfect. But how?"
"They're keeping close to him, but it doesn't mean that they can't be
separated. Especially if we can draw his keeper into a fight," Charlotte
offered.
"But if it is one of the espada…" Abirama said thoughtfully.
Now Charlotte grinned wider. "Then we wait for Aizen to call another meeting,
and make our move then."
Ichigo awoke very warm and happy. He snuggled into someone who was laying
beside him, and curled his arms around the comfortable weight. His head was
buzzing and he was pleased with what he felt at that moment. So he remained
still until his stomach grumbled telling him he really needed to eat. But then,
just as soon a wave of nausea flooded over him and he started fighting to get
his arms free, realizing that both were trapped under sleeping forms.
"Get off, you big oafs!" he grumbled, Grimmjow gripping him tighter and
growling.
"Goddammit, let me go or I'm going to puke on your head!" he exclaimed, the
world rolling sickly in his vision.
Grimmjow's eyes flew open and he sat up, letting Ichigo scramble out of the
bed, slipping and landing face first in the floor as he did so. Ulquiorra got
up and looked over to see Ichigo sprawled, legs tangled in the blanket and
crawling toward the bathroom. Finally, his feet got enough purchase and he
proceeded to lavishly worship at the toilet. As soon as he was done, he came
out and looked at Ulquiorra and Grimmjow with a smile.
"I'm starved, what about you two?" he said.
Ulquiorra shook his head. "I have matters to attend to, Grimmjow, will you stay
and ensure his safety?"
"Whatever, fuck, get out of here," Grimmjow said, flopping back on the bed to
stare at the ceiling.
Ichigo opened the door after putting on his hakama, the full ones this time,
and shrugging into the new coat. He glanced briefly at his stomach wondering if
there would be any outward signs of the reiatsu chambers. Souls really weren't
like physical bodies, but then, he had a physical body… Granted this was his
soul form, so maybe it didn't matter. He wandered out into the large common
area to see Ishida working on some handicrafts. Things certainly didn't all
that much.
"Oi, Kurosaki," Ishida said, standing. "How are you?"
Ichigo frowned. "Not good but not bad. This is all just too fucking weird, you
know."
"Fuckin' Aizen," Grimmjow grumbled as he came out of the bedroom shrugging into
his vest. He looked at Renji. "We have a meeting with the fucker; can you take
him to Szayel's? I'm sure the threat of death has been thrown into most the
arrancar after yesterday, but yer the closest to an alpha in here that I'll
fuckin' trust with him. So I want you and the Quincy bitch to take him down
there in an hour or so. And if any fraccion try to touch him you take their
head fucking off. I'm gonna ask Halibel to send over one of her fraccion just
in case, as well. Between the three of you, I don't think any random fraccion
should be a problem."
Ichigo frowned. "I don't need an escort everywhere."
"Like hell. You realize if you get fucked by another male, the reiatsu chambers
get destroyed, right? And yer stuck with their cubs instead of ours?" Grimmjow
said, eyeing him.
He got the expected shock. "I…I didn't know, but I'm not going to let…"
"You don't understand, these are hollows. It is a fuckin' drive to take a beta
they find with cubs and replace it with their cubs. They go back, get taken
care of by their stronger alpha, not knowing that the cubs being carried aren't
their cubs. That's how the lower ranking alphas work," Grimmjow growled at him.
"Yer too weak to fight, so until you aren't, you get a fuckin' escort. I'd make
fuckin' Szayel come here, but he needs his equipment to determine what he's
looking for."
Ichigo nodded. Renji looked up. "If there's a meeting, won't Szayel be there?"
Grimmjow nodded. "Yeah, but his fraccion can get him hooked up to the machine
to measure the reiatsu chambers, and by then we should, hopefully, be done."
He headed out and before long there was a knock at the door, and Halibel's
fraccion with the short, dark cropped hair stood there. Appacci, if Ichigo
remembered correctly.
"I'll be out here, you should shower and change first," she said nodding to
him.
Ichigo did just that, standing under the streaming hot water for a long time,
so long that he heard banging on the door. He sighed, stepping out, hearing
Renji complain that they needed to go. He dressed quickly; another pair of
white hakama had been left for him, and a long jacketed coat. He wished he had
shoes, but oh well.
Soon enough, they were walking out, Renji and Ishida at his side, and Appacci
walking ahead of them. It wasn't far, but it was good they had Appacci with
them to lead the way. Ichigo had gotten hopelessly lost the day before. All the
damn corridors looked the same. Ichigo didn't was talking idly about the
annoyingly white structure when there was a bang and in front of him, Appacci
hit the ground in a lump, a huge arrancar having leaped down and knocked her
out with a single blow. Ichigo leaped back into Renji at the huge man, at least
ten or twelve foot tall, leaning over in the tall hallway.
There was a clang and Ichigo swung around to see another arrancar had slapped
some sort of reiatsu dampening collar around Renji's neck from behind. How'd he
get there? He hadn't even heard a sonido! Renji fell to his knees out of the
helmet headed arrancar's grasp. Ishida had managed to manifest his bow, only to
have his wrist grabbed and wrenched painfully behind him. He let out a shriek
of pain and looked over at the purple haired arrancar that had him in a vice
grip.
"Now, now, Quincy, none of that," a fourth one said, this one bare chested with
red tattoos all over him. He looked at Renji, struggling with the reiatsu
sealing collar. "I like you, too bad we can't fight right now."
Ichigo felt corned as he backed into the wall, looking down and seeing Appacci
not moving. His heart was in his throat. "See, we didn't really like what
happened yesterday to Findor and Ggio. They are fellow fraccion, after all. And
Barragan-sama needs his fraccion. Yet somehow, Grimmjow and Nnoitra got to do
what they did with no repercussions. All over you. A fragile, breakable,
human."
Ichigo really wished he had Zangetsu right at that moment. His eyes glanced
back and forth wanting to run, but there was a burst of sonido and the freaky
red marked arrancar was there, pinning his shoulders flat to the wall.
"Charlotte, what do you think is so special about him?" he called over his
shoulder.
The purple haired one, Charlotte, it seemed shrugged. "He's weak now, but I
don't think he is weak in the long run. Maybe one of those special ones that
can carry more than two without having his entire being wilted away, Abirama."
Abirama pressed a hand to Ichigo's midsection. He frowned then ripped open the
coat he was wearing, revealing the bare flesh underneath and repeated the
action. "Oh, he is primed. Wouldn't be a shame if I ruined the espada's day?
Who's cubs?"
Ichigo swallowed, shaking his head, not intending to tell them anything. It was
met with a sound slap to the face.
"Fuck you!" Ichigo responded. "I'm not telling you!"
Abirama sighed. "Are they Grimmjow or Nnoitra's?"
Ichigo turned away. "Don't know yet, so I can't tell you!"
"Ah, then they might be Grimmjow's or Nnoitra's? Well, since they messed up my
fellow fraccion, I think I'll mess up their precious offspring," he said,
reaching down and unknotting the obi on Ichigo's waist.
Ichigo froze. "Stop, no, come on, let me go…" he cried, struggling and finally
kicking out to knee the guy in the groin. He dropped him reflexively and Ichigo
scrambled, nearly falling from his hakama trying to fall off his hips when he
was grabbed by the thick, helmeted one. He was screaming obscenities at him as
he kicked and punched, but there was no effect as he felt his hair yanked from
behind, eliciting a loud yelp from him. The guy was a little taller than him,
but not too much.
"Little beta bitch, you'll pay for that," he said and before Ichigo could react
he was tossed, slamming back first into the wall beside Ishida.
He saw stars as he stood up, staggering to the side. He saw Ishida struggling
against the purple haired guy and he tried to lunge at him so Ishida could go
free, but once again his hair was yanked back painfully.
"Bastard!" he yelled as he was picked up to his tip toes by his hair. "Fuck!
They're going to kill you for this!"
He smiled. "But not before yer knocked up with my cubs instead of their cubs.
And Charlotte maybe, and perhaps Nirgge over there. I'd let Choe over there
have a chance too, but I'm afraid if Nnoitra almost killed you, he definitely
would split you in two. Then you'll have cubs for Barragan-sama, and not those
other worthless espada."
Renji wrestled to try to even stand, but his legs wouldn't hold him. He
couldn't even scream. Ishida was only human, he wasn't a shinigami, so he could
only do so much, and that flouncy purple haired arrancar had a tight hold on
him, but if he didn't do something…
Suddenly, Renji yelped as he was yanked up by his own hair and dragged over to
the wall beside Ishida. The gigantic arrancar, Choe by name, reached down and
clamped him against the wall in a huge hand.
"Now, now, we can't have you running off," Abirama said with a grin, still
holding the struggling Ichigo slightly up on his tip toes.
He pulled Ichigo down and bit down on his neck fiercely, blood spurting outward
and he screamed at the pain but then he was dropped. He tried to regain his
footing, attempting to hang onto his hakama with one hand as he scrambled to
his feet, only to tumble face first into the floor as the hakama were yanked
off him in a smooth move from the arrancar behind him.
"Stop!" he cried out as he felt his ankle grabbed and pulled toward him. He
turned over and struck out with his opposite foot, managing to connect with the
arrancar's face. He barely flinched before punching him soundly, knocking a lot
of the fight out of him.
Ishida wanted to turn away, and he found himself hoping someone would come
soon. Ichigo was holding him off, but barely. Every kick or punch the young
shinigami connected with was returned with a much more vicious one. When he
looked up the next time he tried to disentangle himself from the arrancar, his
face was swelling already, and the wound on his neck was still bleeding. It
looked like he'd smashed his nose into the floor, blood freely flowing from it.
"This is ridiculous, Niggre, hold him down already, I like a little fight but
this is getting out of hand," he said as Ichigo managed to slip away again
before he pinned him to the ground.
Soon he found himself slammed roughly into the floor on his back, the huge
helmeted man pressing his shoulders until he swore they were straining to pop
out of place. Still his legs were free and he kicked up, nailing the arrancar
in the chin. He looked down with eyes full of anger and before he knew it, he
screamed as he felt his shin bone crack from a quick strike.
"Shut the fuck up or I'll break the other one, too," he growled and held down
his legs at the knees. Ichigo panted and continued to struggle.
"You don't have to be conscious for this, boy," he growled.
"Knock me out, fucker!" Ichigo screamed. "That's the only way you'll get this
done without a fight!"
He kicked up with his still unbroken leg to try and smash him in the back of
the skull only to have it caught and the ankle twisted until it snapped. He
screeched again, dropping that leg painfully to the ground, panting. His mind
was swirling for things to try and defend himself. He called out desperately to
his inner hollow.
"Help, I need your help!"
King if I help you now, the cubs die. I'm the only thing keeping them safe.
Ichigo rolled his eyes, about ready to pass out only to receive a slap to the
face, bringing him out of the stupor.
"Nah, I want you awake so you can scream for me some more while I kill what's
trying to live inside you, because you'll feel each one of their souls
dissipate into nothingness only to be replaced by my own," he said and Ichigo
tried to pull away from the crushing weight on his shoulders. He turned his
head, both Ishida and Renji were watching wide eyed and completely immobilized
by the two arrancar.
The four fraccion of Barragan were engrossed in the scene playing out in front
of them, but Renji heard a gasp and looked over to see Nel hiding in the
shadows. He stared at her and nodded and hoped the childish arrancar would know
he wanted her to go get help. She must have got it because she turned and ran
back down the hall, hopefully to get Chad and Rukia, or the other espada.
Ichigo's scream brought him back to the scene in front of him. It looked like
the brute had succeeded in pushing one of his shoulders out of place. Ichigo
was panting and running out of ways to fight, and Renji knew it was inevitable
at this point.
"Get fucking off me!" he yelled still, trying to get his knees up to use them,
even if he couldn't use his whole leg.
Abirama grinned and grabbed him by the broken ankle with one hand and grabbed
the other shin and pulled them up onto his chest, getting a yelp as he yanked
them around his waist. "This could have been easy for you, you know, if you
didn't fight, and now I have to do this the hard way."
With that Ichigo, arched his back and screamed out as he rammed himself into
him. And Ichigo could feel the malic roiling off of him as he felt the tears
start in his eyes as the man over him mercilessly forced himself on him. He
felt the hollow inside him screaming out to make him stop because they would
die if he didn't get him to stop before the foreign reiatsu blasted the
chambers from existence. So focused were they on what was happening, they
didn't notice that Appacci had recovered and stood bleeding where she'd fallen.
She lunged at Abirama, his pace quickening and becoming erratic as he neared
his release, and thus the end of the cubs that Ichigo carried.
With a feral scream she landed a hard, flying kick into his temple, sending him
backward. Ichigo's hips hit the floor and he yelped at the jarring it sent
through both his legs and their injuries. The other one stood up, and Ichigo
managed to roll to his stomach to pull away from where the fraccions were
fighting. Appacci was going full out on Abirama, and now Nggire was joining to
gang up on her together. The other two remained where they were, watching but
not sure if keeping the prisoners was more important or the fight.
That question was immediately solved as a ball of blue fury flew at the massive
beast of a man. Ichigo looked up, realizing that Grimmjow was in released form.
He'd never seen that. He sighed as he felt someone grab him and he realized it
was Renji. He looked up at his red haired friend, who shucked his own kusodo
and wrapped him up in it and hefted him up with quickly to get him away from
the fights that had broken out between Barragan's fraccion and apparently,
Hallibels, because now as Sun-Sung, and Mila Rose had joined in to help their
sister against Abirama and Nggire.
Charlotte had let Ishida go and had been engaged by Ulquiorra. Now Ishida
kneeled against the wall as Renji held Ichigo in his lap. Ichigo had passed
out, and Renji looked down at him and felt sick. This had been to get back at
Grimmjow and Nnoitra for attacking the other two fraccion. Before long,
Barragan's fraccion had all retreated, and Grimmjow and Ulquiorra kneeled down
where Renji held Ichigo.
"What the fuck?" Grimmjow asked hotly. "What the fuck did I leave you in
control for!"
Appacci walked up, bleeding and leaning on Mila Rose. "Fuckers were organized,
Grimmjow. This was about getting you and Nnoitra back after what you did to
Findorr and Ggio. They brought me down, then incapacitated those two, while
Abirama went after Ichigo." She paused to breathe heavily. "Fuckin Choe knocked
me flat, didn't even see him. I think if Primera is on your side, you should
have him take this up with Barragan."
Grimmjow nodded, and saw the collar on Renji's neck. "The fuck is that, Red?"
Renji winced, trying to pull it but got a shock for his efforts.
"Sucks…my…reiatsu…"
"We gotta get to Szayel. Looks like he gave Abirama a helluva fight," Grimmjow
muttered.
"Fuck yeah he did," Renji said, gathering the strength to speak. "He fucking
fought him so much the other one had to hold him, and he still managed to
nearly kick his head off. It earned him the broken ankle though….and I think
his shoulder's out of joint, and his shin bone on the other side I think he
snapped."
Grimmjow looked up at Ulquiorra and back at Ichigo. "This fuckin' human has
more balls than half the fuckin' arrancar around here. He doesn't know how to
fuckin' quit. Again, pinned down like that, knowing he doesn't have shit for
power, yet he still fuckin' tries to kill them."
***** The Protector *****
Ichigo groaned, feeling something cold underneath him, and it was hard. He
briefly thought about going back to sleep. It had been nice and dark, but then
a shock of fear went through him and he shot up to a sitting position, looking
around wildly, his hands folded over his midsection. He was in the lab again,
Szayel's lab. He looked down, covered with a sheet, now pooled at his waist. He
felt blood trickling down his arm and looked to see he'd ripped out some sort
of IV or something when he sat up. There was a frantic beeping in the
background and he felt a cold sweat break out on him.
The door flew open and Szayel, who had looked a little worried, sighed. "You're
awake!" he said and moved over, turning off the machines that were beeping.
Ichigo still couldn't sense anyone, his reiatsu sensing abilities that always
had sucked now even worse. "How are they? Are they okay? He was trying to kill
them…"
Szayel looked up, curious to see the look of fear and worry on the shinigami's
face. That was unexpected. He appeared to be worried about the cubs he was
carrying, no matter how unwilling he had been to engage in the process.
Szayel pushed him down onto the table. "Please, settle yourself, it isn't any
good for the cubs, okay?"
A look of relief passed over his features and he smiled. Then he frowned.
"But…but they aren't that bastard's right, Apacci got to him first? I don't
think I could handle that if he destroyed them…"
"Just, please, Ichigo, we're not finished with the tests, but from what Apacci
and the Quincy said, he didn't get a chance to use his reiatsu. But it was
close, far too close, but the Quincy has superior reiatsu sensing ability, he
felt no surge in power. So you need to stay here a little while until I can
confirm it. You were supposed to get the test today anyway to see how many
chambers had formed. So try and relax," he said, rolling his eyes.
Ichigo forced himself to relax then he remembered both Ulquiorra and Grimmjow
were fighting. "Are they okay? Grimm and Ulkea?"
Szayel turned back to stare at the top of his head. He was at the head of the
table and now this was curious. "They're fine, waiting rather impatiently
outside in the front for me to report on your condition, along with Nnoitra and
Stark."
"What happened? How'd they end up there?" he said as Szayel hooked up some
monitoring devices to him. "I thought they were in a meeting with you."
Szayel nodded. "We were, then Nel came bursting in the door, surprising
everyone saying that her Itysgo momma was in trouble again and that you needed
help. It was lucky that Apacci had recovered when she did. Abirama had already
started to release the reiatsu, and it very nearly obliterated one of the
chambers. Somehow, it managed to survive. Would that hollow of yours have
something to do with that?"
Ichigo nodded. "I think so, I asked for help and he said he was trying to
secure the chambers so he couldn't help me. And then he was screaming in my
head before Apacci kicked the arrancar off me. Argh! This is humiliating, I
can't even protect myself, how can I protect them?"
The door banged open just then and four extremely angry and worried espada
forced their way in past Szayel's fraccion. He'd have to replace at least one
or two after this. He sighed and moved back, allowing the four alphas to crowd
in around him. Grimmjow grabbed his hand and stared at him.
"Ya can't keep outta trouble, can ya?" he said solemnly.
Ichigo smiled. "Yeah, you know me."
"Barragan will be dealt with," Stark said sleepily. "I will see something done
about this. I should have handled it before, but I'm too lazy."
"Oh, fuck…" came Szayel's voice from behind them.
"What is it, freak?" asked Grimmjow looking up.
"Four. Four chambers," he said quietly.
Ichigo didn't quite understand what was happening, but all four of the alpha
espada were staring at him intently.
"What? So they're will be four, what's the big deal?" he asked.
Ulquiorra was the one to speak. "It doesn't happen. Two is common, three is
risky, but four… I've never heard of even a vasto lorde able to survive it."
Ichigo was quiet for a moment. "But will the cubs live?" he asked slowly.
Szayel spoke now. "They will, doubtless, but I have doubts that you will
survive the process. Each one sucks the reiatsu out of you to survive. Over the
next three months they will develop, but it is hard to predict at this point."
Ichigo nodded. "Okay, that's fine then."
"The fuck, that's fine then?" asked Grimmjow, frowning down at him. "He just
told ya that ya will probably die!"
Ichigo looked up. "But if they live, it's okay, you know, I can say I protected
them until the end."
Stark swallowed and sighed. "I'm going to deal with Barragan. I'll be back."
"Do you want to see?" Szayel asked.
Ichigo turned and saw on the monitor an image. There were four flickering balls
of light, one green, two blue and one golden. All around them, black with red
flowed back and forth. It wasn't recognizable as the inside of a body like a
human sonogram, this was a reiatsu map. He found himself smiling despite
himself, despite knowing that those balls of energy probably meant his own
death. But he was strangely okay with that.
"No," Nnoitra said suddenly looking at Szayel. "Remove one of 'em, so he can
survive it."
Szayel shook his head. "It's too late for that. The process was accelerated by
the stress earlier today."
Ichigo reached out and took Nnoitra's hand. "Nnoi, but one of them is your's!"
Nnoitra frowned. "I don't care. Ya see, I never thought like this, and now, I
want ya to stick around."
Szayel sighed and cleared his throat. "There's one possibility."
Everyone turned to him. "Right now, Ichigo's hollow is doing what he can to
shore up the chambers, but the strain on him is immense. So they only way is to
supplement the reiatsu with one of the parent reiatsu."
Szayel was met with four pair of eyes. He sighed. "So you'd have to repeat the
process to implant reiatsu. So sex. Again. And a lot, or he will die before the
end."
Despite himself Ichigo felt a blush shoot up his face. The three espada stared
at him and a slight grin crossed each of their faces. "Looks like we'll need
that apartment to ourselves after all, unless you want yer friends listening
every night," Grimmjow said with a smirk.
Ichigo buried his head in his hands to hide his beet red face. After a few
minutes Stark entered, and quickly was brought up to speed. He smiled at
Ichigo.
"So Barragan agreed that after you are back to full strength you get your
choice of fights with his fraccion. One or all of them, however many you want.
And as a consolation, Aizen agreed to release another of your friends," he said
reaching out and brushing a hand over his hair.
Ichigo beamed. "Oh please, can one of you take one back now? I want them to go
home so badly!"
Nnoitra rolled his eye. "Whatever, kid, I'll grab one and drag 'em through the
garganta."
So Nnoitra strolled out of the room, and headed down to the room with his
friends. He didn't know which to grab and didn't want to wait. The quincy was
nursing a broken wrist, and the red head was an alpha type that could still
come in handy. So the tall guy or the shorty. Whoever was close when he walked
in. He nodded, and opened the door.
Everyone looked up and he grinned a creepy wide grin. He glanced over and saw
the tall human standing closest. "Hey, giant, yer on tha' way home, ain't ya
happy?"
With that he snapped his fingers to open the garganta and grabbed Chad's wrist
and pulled him through. Before long they came out above a shop that read
Urahara Shoten. He sonidoed down to the ground and there was a flash step and
he found himself surrounded by shinigami. One wore a green coat and weird
bucket hat, another was dark with a white haori bunched over one shoulder, one
was a short silver haired boy, and the last one was a purple haired woman in
black and orange.
"Yo, come on, Imma justa delivery person here," he said, hands wide. "See,
didn't even bring mah zanpakuto."
All four relaxed around the tall arrancar. "Who are you?" the one in the bucket
hat said.
"Nnoitra, quinta espada," he said, sticking his tongue out to see that he had a
five tattooed on it. "Just dropping off this one for ya."
"Why? I thought Ichigo had to do what he was wanted to do in order for them to
be realeased," the one with the white haoiri on his shoulder stated.
Nnoitra nodded, then scratched his head. "Yah, well, we had an incident so it
was decided that to make it up ta Ichi we'd bring another of his friends home."
"Where is my son? You already almost killed him why shouldn't I kill you now?"
the dark haired one asked, raising his zanpakto up higher to Nnoitra's neck.
Nnoitra reached out and wrapped a long hand around it and Isshin could feel the
force he was exerting on it. "Ya can't cut me, shinigami. My hierro is
strongest among us. And I'm gonna let it slide if yer Ichi's father. I don't
wanna piss 'im off by killin' anyone he cares about."
Isshin stepped back, along with the others. "What do you mean, you don't want
to piss him off?"
Nnoitra sighed. "Look, yah, I had trouble at first with 'im. Ya know how hard
it is to remember someone don't have hierro? I'm used to fuckin' hollows, which
regenerate as fast as they bleed, so fuck if I knew he was so fuckin'
delicate," he said rolling his eyes. "But we worked it out but I have to
fuckin' get back ta him before he dies. It gonna take all four of us to see him
live through it."
Isshin raised his sword again. "What do you mean, before he dies?"
"He's got four reiatsu chambers, which should be fuckin' impossible. But even
two chambers can kill lesser arrancars and hollows. And after this last
incident, he's fuckin' weakened and if the alphas don't feed reiatsu to tha
cubs, Ichi is gonna pour every last drop inta keepin' them alive."
"What incident?" the blond in the weird hat said.
Nnoitra frowned. "I'm not gonna fuckin' go into everything, this quiet giant
can fill ya in, but he was attacked again, and it was in retaliation for our
response ta the first time. This time they came all out, and made sure red
pineapple head and Quincy boy were incapacitated along with his arrancar
escort. The fucker wanted to replace the cubs with his own, but we got to him
before he was done, though it was fuckin' close. Now because he had to put so
much inta keeping the chambers intact, he's at a low for reiatsu."
He started to turn away but was blocked by the small man wearing a haoiri.
"What makes you think we'll let you leave?" he asked.
Nnoitra shrugged. "Because yer friend has one o'my cubs inside 'im, and if I'm
not there to help, it will kill him before the week's over."
Toshiro's hand dropped, and they watched as the garganta opened up. Nnoitra
looked down at them. "I can make a try to get ya to see 'im. It would make 'im
happy. But I gotta get through Aizen. So just wait, an maybe I can come get
ya."
As the tall arrancar left, all eyes fell on Chad. Isshida sighed. "Is it true?
What he said?"
Chad merely nodded, and was waved into the shop where he was promptly tackled
by Inoue. He smiled and held onto her as she cried on his shoulder about seeing
him again. Soon, he was seated and a familiar recording device was in the
center of the table as he detailed what had happened since Inoue had left.
-Las Noches—
Nnoitra headed back to Szayel's and found Ichigo had already left. He frowned,
a little disappointed but Szayel walked in. "They are using the room next to
where the shinigami's friends are to stay in for now. Aizen agreed, amazingly.
Makes me wonder why he's being so damn agreeable with all this."
"Stronger fighters?" he said sighing and headed to the room next door. He
knocked and didn't hear anything, but it was unlocked and had no seal. He
entered to find Stark sleeping on the sofa. Lillynette came out of one of the
rooms.
She glowered at him. "You know what a pain in the ass this is?"
Nnoitra shrugged. "Where's our beta?"
She sighed. "Over next door."
Nnoitra left and headed over to find Ichigo in a heated discussion with the
black haired shinigami. He still had a sort of walking cast on his ankle, but
the shin bone had been healed quickly by Szayel. The ankle, though, had been
somewhat crushed and the injection to repair the bone was taking longer.
"I can't believe you! You're going through with this even though it might kill
you?" she said, glaring up at him with a death glare. Grimmjow sat on the
couch, one leg over the arm, watching. Ulquiorra stood to the side and watched
impassively.
"Rukia! Like I have a choice!" he had put both hands on his hips, and Nnoitra
did everything he could not to snicker.
"That Szayel can figure out how to get rid of them and…"
Rukia was shocked out of her line of thinking when Ichigo slapped her. Not hit
her, just open handed slapped her. Her hand went to her face and she stared at
him with wide purple eyes without saying anything.
Ichigo blinked, then covered mouth with both hands. "Oh god, I'm sorry Rukia!"
he exclaimed. "I…I…." he stammered.
Rukia sighed, letting down her hand. It wasn't that painful, actually, compared
to what Ichigo's full strength was, it was nothing. "You can't even slap me
with enough force to leave a red mark, Ichigo. Renji and Uryu told me about
what happened, and you can't keep going like this."
Ichigo turned and crossed his arms and Nnoitra could see the heat rising in
him, the reiatsu beginning to rise along with his stress. "I'm not getting rid
of them because it isn't their fuckin' fault. They didn't ask for this. I
didn't ask for this. But like hell I'm going to let them die because it might
kill me in the end. If I die, I die."
Nnoitra leaned back. He was the furthest from him, so it would be Ulquiorra or
Grimmjow that acted first. Rukia didn't seem to notice, though and kept going.
"Ichigo, I'm worried about you! You're going to give up your life for offspring
that came from you being forced into this!"
Ichigo turned, and when he did, the gold in his eyes flashed, and then Grimmjow
was over the back of the couch.
"Sleep," he said sternly, and Ichigo's eyes went wide with surprise and then he
crumpled back into Grimmjow's arms.
Grimmjow glowered at Rukia as he picked him up in his arms. "Look, if ya gonna
fight when he comes in here, I ain't lettin' him come in here. He made his
choice, shinigami. Now, we're doin' what we can to keep 'im alive. We've
decided that him dyin' for the cubs isn't an option for us. But he can't know
it. We've got three months, so we'll see."
He turned and left, followed by Nnoitra and Ulquiorra. He stared down at him
and took him to his room for the night. None of the others argued with the
sexta. They knew once he'd made up his mind, it was not going to change. He
gently laid him down and then curled up next to him.
"Wake," he softly commanded, letting him wake slowly from the commanded
slumber. He blinked wearily and looked up at him.
"Hey, princess," Grimmjow said softly, running a hand over his chest gently.
Ichigo snorted. "Don't call me that. What'd you do that for?"
"You were getting' worked up. Dangerous to let that happen again, ya know," he
said, sliding a finger underneath one of the buttons of the jacket. Ichigo
looked down and frowned.
"What the hell are you doing?" he said softly.
Grimmjow continued until all the buttons were undone and he ran a hand up and
down his chest and stomach. "Helping you. We have to take the next days to help
strengthen the reiatsu chambers."
Ichigo began to panic a little. "But…but…no…I can't…"
Grimmjow saw the panic settle into his eyes, and he pulled him against him
tightly, wrapping both arms around his waist. "Ichigo, please. I won't hurt
you."
Ichigo's heart was beating out of his chest, and despite how panicked he was at
the thought of having sex again, he felt himself growing increasingly aroused
at the thought of Grimmjow's body against his own.
He nearly sobbed. "But I hurt still!" And that was true. The damage from the
past two days had left its mark, and while the skin had mostly regenerated, he
was incredibly sore and it hurt to even sit down properly. He couldn't imagine…
But Grimmjow was untying his obi already and Ichigo was frozen in fear of what
was going to happen. He shivered as the cold air touched his legs once his
hakama were discarded but Grimmjow pulled a cover over them and then pulled him
against him. Ichigo realized he was naked as well, and he started to shake
uncontrollably. It wasn't like he hadn't been with Grimmjow. But now all he
could think of was the pain from both Abirama and Findorr. It had been worse
than Nnoitra or Grimmjow by tons. And now he was scared of it again, the
horrible sick feeling it had given him.
"No, please, it hurt me," he whimpered, and Grimmjow pulled him into a tighter
embrace.
"Ichigo, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you like that again, okay?" he said
and slowly began kissing his neck and the back of his shoulders. "Szayel gave
me something that might help with everything inside feel better. He opted to
not give it to you himself after what happened, but he gave it to me. Now, let
me help heal you and make sure that those cubs are safe."
Grimmjow reached up and wiped tears from his face gently. He nodded slowly his
acceptance and Grimmjow continued to kiss him gently, tongue flicking out now
and then to lap at wounds that hadn't been healed all the way yet. He ran his
hands down to Ichigo's stomach and lower to find that his mate was indeed
aroused by his attentions. He smiled, and reached over beside the bed to grab a
jar of salve that Szayel had given him. It served dual purposes.
"Ichigo," he whispered, his hands running down his back to rest on his hip.
"I'm going to touch you now, okay?"
Ichigo shivered but nodded slightly. So Grimmjow pressed one finger slick with
the salve against the entrance and felt him jump slightly and then worked it
into him. He used his other hand to rub his back as he worked the substance
into him, and he felt him sigh under him, knowing that the fast acting salve
was helping. He wriggled another coated finger into him, and felt the sharp
intake of breath, and he began kissing his neck again and whispering
encouraging words. He brushed his fingers up to that pleasure point and felt
him gasp for breath. Grimmjow smiled and forced in the third of his slicked
fingers. Again he gasped, but Grimmjow brushed against the pleasure point
before he could complain at the intrusion. He moaned out loud this time.
Grimmjow smiled and continued his finger ministrations until he felt that
Ichigo had relaxed enough from the salve. It offered pain relief as well as
healing properties, and the obvious lubricating effects.
Grimmjow pulled his fingers out with a quick jerk, making Ichigo snap his head
around to see what was happening. Grimmjow smiled and rolled onto his back,
taking more of the salve and rubbing himself with it.
"Come on, you control it, Ichigo, you," he said gently, remembering Szayel's
warning that he was going to be afraid of being held down or even have someone
act like they were dominating him during sex.
He looked scared but finally climbed up onto Grimmjow's body, and let Grimmjow
guide his member into the slicked entrance. He hissed, and nearly came off him,
but then need overtook his fear and he slowly sank himself down on the thick
girth. He sat there a while, not sure what to do until Grimmjow took his own
arousal and began to stroke him up and down. He smiled, the hateful feral look
gone from his face and then wiggled his hips a bit. Ichigo groaned as his cock
hit that spot that made the world full of silent fire.
Before long, he was leaning over him, arms entangled in the blue haired
arrancar's neck and head, while he thrust underneath him, and Ichigo met each
one. Soon he had the orange headed shinigami moaning with every moment, and
soon he shot his head up.
"I'm…oh, god…Grimm," he moaned and his voice nearly sent Grimmjow over the
edge, but he was carefully gathering reiatsu, and preparing to release it when
he finally did climax. Finally, Grimmjow gave his cock an over under flick on
the head and a particularly hard thrust into his prostate, and Ichigo was
moaning out incoherent words that may have been Grimmjow's name somewhere in
there. Grimmjow gripped him close and thrust in a final time in the passage
that was clamping down on his throbbing cock and released his reiatsu deep
inside him. The reiatsu flared around them, encompassing them both in bright
blue fire for a moment, and then Grimmjow felt a wave of exhaustion, like his
energy had been sucked into the shinigami's spasming orifice.
He reached up and petted the orangette's head, smiling as he had passed out
already on top of him, his own flaccid member still buried inside him. He
slipped out and curled around him, pulling him closer to him than ever before.
"Fuck, Ichi, I don't know if arrancars can love, but this sure as fuck feels
like it."
***** Healing Touches *****
Grimmjow woke up relatively early. He looked down and stared at the beta curled
around him in sleep. It was a deep sleep, and when his hand hovered over him he
felt the reiatsu chambers underneath. He felt the one that matched his own
reiatsu signature and was relieved to feel it stronger now. But the other three
weren't faring so well. And neither was his beta. He felt the drain on him,
though less now. And frowned. If only it were as easy as letting one of the
chambers die off, but Grimmjow knew it wouldn't happen. Especially not with a
beta like Ichigo. He sighed, covering him up and slipped out of bed, pulling on
his hakama and heading into the common room.
He was met with several sets of eyes, his fellow "mates", along with their
various fraccion. Tesla had come with Nnoitra and was busy in the kitchen.
Lillynette was fussing at Stark who lazed on one of the smaller couches.
Ulquiorra sat impassively reading a book.
"How is he?" Stark said looking with one eye open.
Grimmjow sighed. "Szayel is right, if we use our reiatsu it helps the chamber
stabilize, but the drain is immense, I've never seen anything like it. The one
that matches my signature is fine for now, but the other three are starting to
feel unstable, and tha means more sucked outta him."
There was a knock at the door. Nnoitra stood and opened it, glaring at the
arrancar in front of him. "Aizen-sama has called a meeting…he sent me to get
you." The door was slammed just as quickly as Nnoitra turned back to him.
"Like hell we're leavin' him here," he muttered.
Lillynette sighed. "He's fine, sleeping, he can't get into trouble, with me and
Tesla here."
"That's what we thought the last two days. And look what happened," Ulquiorra
said, looking around.
"It is pretty ridiculous, ya know, four of us, and he still gets fucked up by
Barragan's fraccion, not fuckin' once but fuckin' twice," Nnoitra said
frowning.
Grimmjow arched a brow. "Then we take him."
The other occupants stared. "But Aizen-sama was adamant he not be present,"
Ulquirro said softly.
"Fuck 'im," Nnoitra replied. "Fuck that shinigami bastard gonna do 'gainst all
four a'us?"
There was a long, thoughtful silence. Stark stood up, shaking his head and went
into the room with Ichigo, and emerged after a few moments, the orange haired
shinigami still sleeping, Stark holding him up bridal style against his chest.
The other espada looked at each other and then nodded. If the primera had
decided, then Aizen would have to deal with the primera.
"Did ya try and wake 'im?" Nnoitra asked, walking over and brushing the hair
out of his eyes, seeing he was wrapped in a blanket. He was bare chested, but
Nnoitra could see the hem of his hakama from beneath the edge of his blanket.
Stark nodded. "Yeah, dressed him, and everything, and nothing. The power drain
is immense. I don't think we could force him into consciousness right now.
After the meeting we'll have to do something about it."
With that, the four espada left and sonidoed into the meeting room. Stark sat
down in his usual place and Aizen fixed him with a look. Stark yawned, and
adjusted his bundle, his arm going numb.
"Lazy-ass, give 'im here," Nnoitra muttered grabbing the bundle that sighed as
he hefted him against his chest. He sat down, leaning back and pulling him up
against him, resting his head in his shoulder, and draping his legs over his
lap.
"I thought I told you he wasn't to be in the meeting," Aizen said eyeing the
four espada. They were still waiting for the rest.
Grimmjow snorted. "If it weren't for Barragan's fuckin' fraccion, we wouldn't
have to bring 'im. Sure as hell not leaving him by 'imself or with fraccion
from now on, so get used to it."
Halibel entered then and stopped to look down on him. "Is he well?" she asked,
frowning at his unconscious state.
Szayel came in just then. "Not really, but we'll get to that as I'm sure Aizen-
sama is curious as to the status of our shinigami beta. It is best you brought
him, Nnoitra. I don't think he'd survive another incident like yesterday."
Before long, the others had joined them, Grimmjow and Nnoitra glowering at
Barragan as he sat down. To his creidit he didn't let a single emotion flitter
across his face. But he did stare at the bundle. Yammy was last, looking at
Nnoitra.
"The fuck? Why's the shinigami here?" he said frowning.
Aizen sighed. "Please, let's get on with this before said shinigami wakes up.
Szayel, what is the status?"
Szayel sighed. "As you can tell, he's weakened a lot more than he was. If he
maintains consciousness for more than an hour at a time, I will be surprised."
There was a sharp bark of laughter and Szayel looked up to Zommari. "This is
the beta you fucks chose? That's pretty fuckin' weak."
Grimmjow growled but Szayel snorting cut him off. "Shows what you know,
Zommari. He's carrying four chambers."
There was a hush at the words. "That's impossible," Halibel said softly. "Not
even a vasto lorde can carry four."
Szayel shrugged, standing up to move over toward Nnoitra who stiffened as
Szayel pulled the cover down from his face. His eyes were sunken and dark, and
there was a white mask slowly forming around his left eye. It was only just
around it, barely touching his nose, but it was there.
"He is a vasto lorde," Szayel said, looking up.
The silence was palatable. Aizen broke it. "You mean the hollow inside the
shinigami is of vasto lorde class?"
Szayel nodded. "I had my doubts, but after the scans I took yesterday, and the
fact that he managed to avoid having the reiatsu chambers obliterated after two
attacks, there is no doubt. As he gets closer to the emergence of the cubs,
he'll start taking on more and more of the aspects of his vasto lorde hollow,
as a way to try and protect himself. But, that can't happen if he doesn't get
his alphas help with the reiatsu drain. Or he'll die within the next week or
so."
He pulled down the covers, revealing the boy's rising and falling chest, and
noted he was so out of it, even the rush of cold air didn't wake him. He
hovered his hand over his midsection and a flare of black reiatsu flashed
outward, lashing at his hand. He would have been bleeding if not for his
hierro.
"Grimmjow's has strengthened," he muttered, "But the other three are draining
him quickly. Another few hours and he's going to be impossible to wake again.
Whatever Grimmjow did, I suggest you other three repeat it as soon as
possible," he said, looking at each of the other three in turn.
Nnoitra nodded, and yanked the cover back over him, and he turned and burrowed
into Nnoitra's shoulder. Nnoitra couldn't help the smile that split his face as
the feeling.
"All right, well, I suppose I'll allow him to come with you. I want to see what
he produces. As far as other business…." Aizen seemed to drone on forever, but
Nnoitra was lost to it. The sensation of Ichigo resting against him, his breath
warm on his neck, it was hard for him not to flip him over the meeting table
and take him right there as he slept. He swallowed, knowing that that wouldn't
work. He wanted him to respond, and he'd never forgive him for taking advantage
of him.
Finally, when they were dismissed, Nnoitra was looking up at Grimmjow. "I'll
carry him back," he said softly. "Yer arms are probably numb from sittin' like
that so long. Don't want yer dumb ass ta drop 'im."
Nnoitra rolled his eye but let the blue haired cat take him. He couldn't hold
him all the time, he supposed. But as he stood, an emptiness descended on him.
What the hell was wrong with him? He was the fuckin' espada of despair,
Ulquiorra was the fuckin' espada of emptiness, so why the fuck was he empty?
Suddenly he wanted to fill that emptiness, and for once in his existence, he
didn't want to consume souls to fill it. It was deep ache, and he wanted
nothing more but to take that beta and complete himself. The fuck…he thought to
himself as he meandered down the corridors to the room they were sharing
temporarily.
He entered to find they had put the shinigami on the couch, his face relaxed in
sleep, but the mask fragment was a little larger around his left eye. Ulquiorra
sat by his head, reading his book still and stroking his hair. Grimmjow came
back, hair wet from the shower. He looked around and then there was a knock at
the door. Grimmjow opened it and saw Szayel standing there.
"So what did ya do?" he asked Grimmjow.
Grimmjow shrugged. "What you said to do. Fucked last night, filled him full of
reiatsu and the chamber was stronger this morning."
Szayel nodded, going over to kneel by the shinigami. His hands hovered over him
briefly and he nodded. "The infusion helped, but the rest of you are going to
have to do the same, and pretty quickly. Ulquiorra, your chamber is
deteriorating the fastest, being the first to exist, but the others aren't far
behind. If you don't give him your own reiatsu to bolster it, the drain is
going to set him into a coma soon."
Ulqiorra nodded, but glanced down. "How are we supposed to wake him?"
Szayel sighed. "I swear, you should just fuck him now while he's out so you
don't have to deal with his emotional baggage. But something tells me you won't
do that. So here," he said, leaning down and injecting something quickly into
his arm. "That should bring him around for a while, but it won't last long."
Grimmjow nodded. "I'm gonna talk to Aizen about lettin' his family come to see
'im."
He headed out and they waited for him to come around. Finally, Ichigo's eyes
opened and he found himself staring into an ocean of green. He smiled, and
reached up to touch Ulquiorra's face. He glanced down as he felt hands on his
waist, and felt someone sit beside him. He glanced down to see Nnoitra untying
his obi. He jerked, gasping, fear flickering across his face.
"No, shh," Nnoitra said as he pulled the sash away. "You're in trouble, Ichi,
and we're gonna have to help you."
"But…I can't…please…" he whined but felt Ulquiorra's strong fingers on his
chin.
"I'm afraid we won't let you give up your life no matter what you feel. So we
will do everything to ensure that doesn't happen. We'll be careful, and we'll
be gentle, but we really need you to let us do this," he said gently, tracing
fingers across his face.
Stark kneeled beside his head now. "Ichigo, come," he said, and pulled him up
into his arms and swept him into one of the rooms, which didn't matter. Nnoitra
and Ulquiorra followed behind, shedding their own clothes as they went. The
door shut with a bang and Ichigo was on the bed, staring up at the brunette's
eyes. He smiled lazily and stood up to disrobe. Ichigo felt his heart in his
throat, memories still haunting him even after Grimmjow had shown such
tenderness the previous night. Surprisingly, he felt no soreness or anything
today. He briefly thanked Szayel for whatever was in that salve.
"I'm too tired," he moaned as his hakama slipped off his body in a swift
movement. "I want to sleep…"
"You can sleep after this, Ichi, I promise ya that," Nnoitra said, gripping his
chin and exploring his mouth with that sinfully long tongue.
Stark was kissing long slow kisses on his chest and belly, and Ulquiorra was
teasing his awakening arousal. Ichigo gasped as those fingers slithered up and
down his length with practiced ease. Nnoitra pulled off his lips with a pop and
pulled Ulquiorra to change positions with him. Ulquiorra proceeded to fill open
mouth with hungry kisses that left him breathless, but then Nnoitra was on him,
sucking him into his mouth and causing a long, throaty moan to escape his lips
as his back arched off the bed.
Then he felt Nnoitra's long, thin fingers around his entrance and he jerked
against the bodies above him, but he was held down, gently though, as he moved
off him with a popping sound. Then he felt that horribly skillful tongue
lapping at his perineum, and then slipping inside him. He gasped at the strange
feeling, his hips bucking up into Stark above him, who smiled against his
nipple. He was about to shoot off right then, if Stark hadn't reached down to
grip him at the base, as his body shook in a dry orgasm. It seemed to not take
long, but then the tongue was removed and replaced by a slicked finger. It was
cool, but tingled, so he knew it must be the same thing from the day before. He
sighed into another kiss with Ulquiorra, as a second finger joined the first.
Then they began to play, pulling apart and making room for the third one. He
gasped at the jolt of pain but sighed as those fingers gently massaged his
walls, then nearly screamed as they brushed against that spot full of nerves.
Ulquiorra busied his mouth, and Stark the rest of his body, as Nnoitra grasped
his hips and positioned himself under him, and the slid inside in a quick
motion. To his surprise, he was as tight as the first time he'd taken him. He
wondered if it was the salve or the regenerative nature of his hollow. He
ground into him, causing a squeak to emerge as he began driving into his
prostate with each thrust, his long length easily finding the spot. Stark
looked down as the boy writhed under him, and he released his hold on the base,
and just then, Nnoitra snapped his hips in a particularly hard thrust, slamming
deeply into the pleasure spot, sending Ichigo over the edge, back arching and
screaming out in pleasure. Though he tried to hold on, Nnoitra felt himself
going over as well, and concentrated on the reiatsu, flooding the golden light
into and around them both.
Ichigo gasped at the feeling and when it had all dissipated, Nnoitra sat back
on his heels, pulling slowly out of him. "He's taken two before," he said,
grinning at Stark and Ulquiorra.
The two espada glanced at each other, ignoring the stammering beta below them.
Stark lifted him easily into his lap and before he could complain, Ichigo was
slammed down onto the man's thick cock, filling him completely. He moaned
bonelessly falling forward into Ulquiorra's arms, panting as his own arousal
was well on its way to awakening a second time. In a second though, Ulquiorra
had slipped his legs under him, and Ichigo found himself seated firmly and
fully with Stark inside him, and his legs up and draped over Ulquiorra's own
legs as he lifted him slightly, his finger prodding the full already entrance.
He glanced over at Nnoitra who was staring with a positively lecherous grin.
"Me and Grimmjow. Give him some more of that salve on ya cock, and it will
slide in so nicely."
Ichigo had a panicked second as he clutched onto Ulquiorra's shoulders, shaking
his head for a second, but before any words could come out, the blunt tip
pressed against him and Stark's, making the primera moan with the pressure.
With a snap of his hips, the petite espada buried himself in the incredibly
tight space, stopping to wonder at how in the world he had fit inside there
when it was already so full.
Ichigo had stopped breathing as the pain lanced through him of being streached
beyond capacity, just like the first time this had happened. Imagining what it
looked like to have both of them buried all the way in him, it made him harder
than he had been before. Ulquiorra was kissing his face, slow chaste kisses
with a flick of his tongue now and then, and Stark was lavishing his back with
similar kisses, and rubbing small circles on his shoulders. They remained that
way, still and smothering with kisses until his hips bucked under them. Both
took it as a sign that it was okay to move.
It took a moment but they soon found a steady and satisfying rhythm between
them. Similar to the rhythm that Nnoitra and Grimmjow had done, with one
pressing forward as the other pulled back. Before long, they had the orange
headed shinigami moaning loudly as they both abused that sweet bundle of nerves
that sent shudders through him one after another. He tangled his hands in his
own hair, moaning louadly, arms above his head and rocking back and forth to
garner even more friction on his own arousal. Nnoitra couldn't take it anymore
and found himself snaking a hand between him and Ulquiorra, pumping the
orangette and using his fingers to trace every inch of him. Ichigo's voice
found a new heighth of sounds as he felt like he might literally explode from
the sensations. Back and forth he rocked, slamming into the men below him who
had still in their own thrusting to allow him to do as he wanted, then slamming
forward into Nnoitra's waiting hand.
"Fuck this minx loves to bounce on cock," Stark muttered, watching as Ichigo
pounded himself with the same force as he had before with him.
Nnoitra looked up at the exquisite face the lusty shinigami was making, eyes
closed, hands clutching at his own hair, and biting down on his lip enough that
it was bleeding. His body was covered in sweat and Nnoitra could feel him
coming up on his own release. He smiled and reached a hand down to his own
throbbing problem, and began to jerk himself a little. Then he got an idea and
kneeled beside them, grabbing Ichigo and himself in the same hand. Ichigo's
eyes widened, and he looked down to see what the quinta was doing. And the
sound he made then made almost all three of his lovers come to completion.
He threw back is head and moaned low in his throat, a thick sultry sound, as
Nnoitra's hands flicked back and forth in increasingly rapid fashion. Soon, he
found himself exploding all over Ulquiorra's belly and Nnoitra's hand, but
almost instantly Nnoitra followed, covering Ichigo's quivering arousal. The
incredible clamping sensation sent both Ulquiorra and Stark over with strangled
cries from both of them, a thick gout of reiatsu, green and blue, came rushing
out and mingled somewhat before being absorbed into the quivering body between
them. He fell back against Stark's chest, gasping and eyes already falling
closed.
"So sleepy," Ichigo said softly.
"Yeah, you need to sleep now," Stark whispered, pulling out of him slowly,
followed by Ulquiorra.
Nnoitra smiled and lifted him up. "First, ya need a wash, ya look a mess."
Ulquiorra had already run a bath while Nnoitra had gathered him up. "But I'm
too tired," he said.
Stark brushed sweaty orange hair from his forehead. "We'll handle it, Ichi."
He was lowered into lusciously warm water, scented with lavender oil. Before he
knew it, six hands were scrubbing every inch of him. Nnoitra's long fingers
massaged his scalp, and Stark wiped away the sweat and mess from his body. He
jerked when he felt Ulquiorra venturing to clean him out below, but he calmed
to the soothing ministrations, very gentle and completely non sexual, which
considering what he was doing was strange. Soon he was lifted up and towels
drying him gently and then he was swept, already dozing off in the strong arms
that held him. Moments later, though all were still nude, he was wrapped up in
warm skin and blankets. He nuzzeled into a chest and sighed, and realized he
felt better than he had in a long time, warmth flooding him from inside and
outside.
Good, king, good job, now ya gotta rest, I'll help out as much as I can now.
***** Unexpected Visitors *****
Urahara was going over the interviews with Inoue and Chad for the millionth
time it seemed like. He couldn't find any indication that they were hypnotized
by Aizen, and they seemed to really believe what they were saying. He took off
the striped hat and ran his hand through messy blond locks. Ishida, Rukia,
Renji, and Ichigo were still unaccounted for, though he could register the
first three on scans of Heuco Mundo. He found no sign of Ichigo's reiatsu. He
wanted to believe Inoue and Chad, he really did, but he had no proof that
Ichigo was actually alive. What if it was all some elaborate plan where Aizen
was tricking them into believing he was alive?
His head shot up as he sensed an espada's presence. He took off and flashed
outside to look up and see the blue haired Grimmjow sauntering to him. He
flicked a finger from his brow.
"Yo," he said with a smirk. He was alone.
Urahara tensed, gripping the cane enough to white knuckle it, but that was the
only sign of his nervousness. "Why are you here?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "I managed to get a deal with Aizen for Ichi. He gets ta
have a couple visitors, provided they leave zanpakuto behind. Then, if ya
cooperate, ya get to bring someone back with ya."
Urahara looked at him warily. "Why would you let one of your prisoners go so
easily?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "Look, if ya don't want the fuckin' deal, don't take it and
wonder if the damned shinigami is alive or dead."
Urahara nodded, "Wait here, I'll summon Ichigo's father."
Grimmjow sighed and stared into the sky, and felt the presence of several
shinigami appear. He looked up to see a white captain's cloak on a white haired
kid, a large breasted woman with a pink scarf, and a dark haired man in a
captain's cloak with funny things in his hair. He waved at them nonchalantly,
waiting for the strange man to return. He came back, another shinigami trailing
him, this one with the white captain's cloak bunched over his shoulder. He was
tall with dark hair and stubble on his chin. Beside him a woman in purple and
orange walked.
"Aigh, leave yer Zanpakutos, I'll bring ya back, a deal's a deal. Even to a
fucker like Aizen," he said, flicking a finger to open the inky black of the
garganta.
Isshin handed Engetsu to Urahara with a nod, and Yourichi followed. "You aren't
going alone, Kurosaki Isshin," the stoic Byukuya said, handing Senbozakura to
Toshiro.
"You can't be serious, Kuchiki-taichou?" Matsumoto gasped.
"I am more than capable with kido alone if something should go amiss. And I
wish to find out if my sister is safe as well."
No more arguments were given as the captain and the two ex captains stepped
into the familiar blackness of the garganta. Soon enough they emerged into an
entirely white world. They were in some sort of apartment, couches and chairs
in the middle, a kitchen to the side.
"Nii-sama?" came a call from the other side and Rukia rushed out. "Nii-sama!
Why are you here? Did they…" she asked urgently.
Byukuya shook his head. "I have come of my own accord, in hopes this is not a
trap set by Aizen."
Grimmjow grunted. "Hey, if I fuckin' wanted ta kill yer prissy ass I woulda
done it in the in between."
Ishida and Renji emerged from their rooms, hearing voices.
"Kuchiki-taichou!" Renji exclaimed, rushing out to see his captain standing
there with Yourichi and a strange man with a captain's haori.
Byukuya nodded. "I'm glad to see that you and Rukia are both in good health.
And the Quincy as well."
Rukia eyed Isshin, suddenly realizing who was standing there. "Isshin?" she
gasped.
Renji then turned to look at the man's face.
"You're a captain?" he gaped.
Yourichi snorted. "I take it you're both familiar with Ichigo's father, though
not in soul form. I might present Isshin Shiba, former captain of the 10th
division."
Rukia blinked. "Shiba? You mean Ichigo…is a Shiba?"
Isshin turned and stared at Grimmjow. "Where is my son or is this all a ruse,
espada?"
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "I'll bring him in. I assume you'd rather not be in
the middle of the room he's currently staying in with us and our fraccion." He
walked to the door, opening it with a snap, leaving his visitors with his
prisoners.
"Ichigo doesn't stay here?" Yourichi asked, looking around.
Rukia swallowed. "No, he stays with them. Sometimes they let him come see us,
but the last two days when we asked, we've been told he's sleeping."
The door opened. "Ah, Grimm, please, I wanna sleep, I was all warm with Ulkea
wrapped around me. Why ya wakin' me up?" came Ichigo's voice as he walked
slowly into the room rubbing his eyes. He was dressed in a white robe, his hair
longer and disheveled and blinking sleepily. He rubbed his eyes and then
blinked, seeing three new figures. His hollow mask was partially formed around
his left eye, extending a little up onto his forehead now, and just below the
cheekbone, and his tone of skin had gone a shade or two paler.
"Fuckin' hell, Ichi, I told ya you had visitors," Grimmjow muttered, rolling
his eyes.
Ichigo blinked again. He saw Yourichi, Byukuya…and his dad? Dressed as a
shinigami?
"Goat-face?" he said softly. "You're a shinigami? What the hell!" he exclaimed,
putting both hands on his hips and scowling his hardest at the man in front of
him. "After all the hell I went through and you knew about it?"
Isshin frowned then got a goofy grin on his face and launched himself at his
son. "My precious son!" he called, talking him to the ground easily, Ichigo
letting out an off. Isshin looked at him. "You didn't dodge, my son!"
"Of course I can't dodge, idiot!" he said and shoved the larger man off his
seated form, standing up slowly. "I can't do much of anything right now except
sleep."
Grimmjow had managed to not pounce the older shinigami, knowing that it was
Ichigo's father. But still, he was sorely tempted to open the garganta and toss
the man back in. However, seeing Ichigo's face light up with the fire it had
been missing since the last incident was wonderful to him, and he found himself
giving a half grin to Ichigo as he yelled at his dad for being an idiot and
other things. Isshin tried to hug him and got a fist in his face for the
effort.
Then Ichigo frowned and looked around at them all. "Why the hell did you idiots
come here? Why would you trust him? Seriously, that was just stupid!"
Isshin sighed and laughed. "We haven't been able to find your reiatsu, and we
weren't sure if you were alive here or not, but now I can sense why, it is
nearly nonexistent…."
"Stupid little parasites are sucking me dry," he muttered, rolling his eyes
slightly. "I can't even get up without help, and Zangetsu hasn't manifested
since…this started," he said, stammering a bit.
Isshin reached forward and placed a hand on his son's abdomen and gasped. He
looked up at Ichigo and a foolish grin spread across his face. "I'm going to be
a grandfather after all! I'd never have believed it!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes as Yourichi and Byukuya came up. Yourichi pulled out an
instrument, and a growl issued from Grimmjow beside here.
"Hey, easy, it's just a measuring device from Urahara," she said, showing the
glowering espada the device. He nodded uneasily.
She ran the device over him from head to foot and then put it back. The
readings would be for Kisuke to interpret, after all. She stared at her former
student. His scowl came and went, and there was a softness to his fine
features, as though his already delicate features had become even more
feminine. It wasn't a huge change, but it was there.
Byukuya also placed a hand on him, making him flinch at the strange touch. "You
have four additional reiatsu signatures. Isn't that a lot at one time?"
Grimmjow snorted. "It's impossible, is what it is. No one has ever had this
happen to them that we know of. Usually two is normal, three is really rare,
but four…four is unheard of and deadly. One body simply can't take the drain on
the spirit supporting four life forms causes."
Isshin looked at his son with worry. "Son, is that true?"
Ichigo nodded. "But Szayel figured out that if they help me, I might be able to
make it through this in one piece. Or I guess five, in all," he said, glancing
nervously about.
Byukuya stared. "If it is life threatening, why do you not simply remove the
reiatsu chambers from him?" he asked looking at Grimmjow.
Ichigo gaped but Grimmjow shook his head. "They are integrated with his reiatsu
so it is an all or none deal. But Aizen has decided if he doesn't produce,
he'll be executed. He will serve some purpose or die," Grimmjow said, trying
not to let the anger at the idea make his voice shake.
Ichigo frowned. "What the hell is it with everyone! Why does everyone thing I
should just destroy them? Seriously, they haven't done anything wrong, and if I
can't protect anyone else, I'm damned sure going to protect them! I'm so tired
of everyone going on about this!"
"Ah shit," Grimmjow muttered as Ichigo's reiatsu began to flare around him.
The door opened and Ulquiorra and Nnoitra stood there blinking. "Man, right
now?" Nnoitra groaned.
The reiatsu began to build, the hollow mask quickly forming as his anger grew,
but this was an anger driven by the hollow, not entirely by Ichigo. The hollow
was lashing out in the protection of the cubs that were forming. The watery
distorted voice cracked through the masked lips.
"I'm so tired of you fucks! Ichigo is fuckin' doing what he needs to and ya
won't let him fuckin' have any peace! I should fuckin' kill all of you and then
not worry! First the midget bitch and now the rest of you!" he said, his hands
starting to turn clawed.
Grimmjow skated around to one side, Ulquiorra to the other, and Nnoitra went
behind him, grabbing both sides of his head. They glanced at each other and at
the same time exerted their control.
"Stop. Ichigo. Sleep."
Ichigo's body shook and he looked like he was fighting it but Nnoitra kept his
hands on the sides of his head as the mask began to evaporate, leaving a half
mask over his face now, and his hands returned to normal. The reiatsu began to
thrash against the three alphas, leaving cuts on Grimmjow and Ulquiorra which
healed a little, until he gasped and dropped. Ulquiorra and Grimmjow grabbed
under his arms as Nnoitra kept his head still, letting him fall back into his
lap. He gathered him up in his long limbs and pulled him up to him.
There were exchanged looks as Ichigo seemed to have passed out. Nnoitra pulled
his head into his shoulder and pulled his legs over and seated him in between
his own as he sat cross legged.
"Dammit, this shit gets harder every fuckin' time!" Grimmjow sighed.
"What happened?" Isshin asked, looking at the three.
"Ichigo's hollow doesn't take too well to stress right now. Call it mother
instinct. When he gets pissed, his hollow starts to lash out at any and every
one. Last two or three days it's been getting harder to deal with him. That
vasto lorde is fuckin' strong when he wants to be," Grimmjow said, sighing.
"Considering every time we bring him in here with the midget he gets pissed,
we've been avoiding it."
Grimmjow looked down and nodded to Nnoitra. "Wake 'im up. I can't keep his
friends here for much longer or Aizen will sense it through the barrier primera
is sealing."
Yourichi blinked. "What? Aizen doesn't know we're here?"
Ulquiorra looked up with impassive gree eyes. "Aizen-sama would doubtless want
you dead. We brought you here to ease his stress."
The door opened again and a tall brunette with messy hair entered, yawning.
"Only have a little more time," he said softly, glancing down at the bundle in
Nnoitra's lap. "Again?" He received a nod from the others. "Gotta stop pissin'
him off," he said, yawning again.
"Wake up, Ichigo," Nnoitra said, running a hand through the soft locks. "Wake
up," he repeated, a thrum that the others in the room could physically feel
working through the room. He frowned.
"Stark, you'll have to do it, he's pissed at us," Nnoitra said snorting.
"Fuck, man, he's so pissy!" Grimmjow grumbled, turning his back on them.
Stark kneeled down and lifted his head up and said in a soft voice, "Wake up,
now, Ichigo." It was a command, and even Byukuya could feel the command in it
that would bring even the strongest to do as he was told.
Ichigo's eyes fluttered and he was staring up at Stark. "Hrm, puppy, what is
it?"
"You really have to stop flying off the handle," he said, still holding his
face.
Ichigo scowled. "I don't like being told what to do."
Nnoitra shifted his hips and lightly smacked his thigh. "Fuckin' quit flipping
out and we won't use it, Ichi," he said. Ichigo turned and gave him a death
stare.
"Not like I can help it!" he said, crossing his arms.
Stark sighed. "Do you want to finish your visit or go back to sleep, Ichi?"
"I'll finish visiting," he said softly. Stark let go and leaned up, but Ichigo
made no move to get out of Nnoitra's lap, instead leaning back into him.
Stark nodded and left the room, probably for some more sleep. Ulquiorra shook
his head and took his leave, leaving Grimmjow standing beside Nnoitra, looking
down.
Ichigo smiled up at his dad. "Look, I know you're worried, but it's okay. I
know that this isn't normal, between me being forced into it and then being
male to start with, but I have to finish this. It isn't their fault, and I
don't want to see their souls destroyed. Just tell Karin and Yuzu that I'm off
at a camp or something, I don't know. I got three months until they're here,
and I have good protectors."
"Ichigo, we could take care of you in soul society," Byukuya said.
Ichigo shook his head. "No, I can't leave them, I need them or the cubs will
die, or I will, or both. But they're protecting me."
Isshin kneeled down in front of him, touching his son's face. "Are you sure,
son? Are you sure you don't want us to find a way to get you out of here?"
Ichigo smiled, "I'm fine. And maybe when the cubs are born, Aizen will let the
others go, you know, and then that's fine. I…I can't leave them, though, so
don't ask me to, if…if I get free…if we get free…I need them, and they need me.
The cubs too."
Isshin hugged his son close, hiding the tears in his eyes as he heard the
garganta open behind him. He let go and watched as Ichigo sunk back into the
lanky espada behind him. Before he even was snuggled into his chest, he was
asleep. He stood and followed Byukuya and Yourichi back, glancing back as it
closed behind him.
They appeared above Urahara's show and proceeded to tell him the tale and hand
over both the recording device and the readings that Yourichi had taken. When
he was done looking at it all, he returned to the tea room where Isshin,
Yourichi, Byukuya, Toshiro and Matsumoto were seated.
"It is true, every word from what I can tell. Somehow, his inner hollow is
syphoning his energy and feeding it to the four chambers that have formed. Each
of the four has a different reiatsu signature, meaning he's with child from
four different fathers…"
There was a long moment that stretched on forever, it seemed. No one said
anything. No one wanted to. No one dared to.
***** Learning to Fly Again *****
Isshin sat in his kitchen, having returned home. He'd give the girls a story
that Ichigo had gone to a camp but he wasn't sure that he should lie to them
right now. He sat thoughtfully, thinking about his discussion with his previous
team members and smiled. Toshiro had become quite a man. And it was always good
to see things like Matsumuto didn't change too awful much. It wasn't how he
imagine returning to his shinigami life. But what else could he do? He'd stood
by as his son was steadily pulled into that world, and now he was dealing with
something that no human, or shinigami, was supposed to deal with. But then, the
hollow and his Quincy blood had ensured that he'd have no normal life. Isshin
had hoped, of course. But it was folly.
He ran a hand through his hair, thinking of his son when he looked up, a
familiar presence filling the room. He smiled.
"Urahara," he said as the blonde sauntered in and sat at the table.
He nodded. "Yourichi gave me her opinion on things and I wanted your opinion.
Byukuya gave the expected opinion, that we needed to launch a rescue mission as
soon as we could. Yourichi disagreed, thinking it would put Ichigo in danger."
Isshin sighed, smiling softly. "I think he's almost happy with them, is that
strange? Just the small overheard interactions make me wonder what he really
feels. The only malice we felt was when Byukuya suggested that his condition be
fixed. I think he, or the hollow, or hell both of them, are scared of Soul
Society and what would become of him there. And I can't blame him, Kisuke."
Urahara nodded. "Soul Society isn't often welcoming to those that are different
and might be a danger." His mind spiraled to his friends that became the vizard
and to the mod souls. Both were a product of Soul Society, yet both were sought
out to be destroyed. Would Ichigo fall into that category? So feared, that he
had to die?
"What do we do, then? What I saw, with those espada, that wasn't what we've
seen before. Even the blue haired one that came and got us, his entire demeanor
changed around Ichigo. My son is a good soul, Kisuke, he's so much like his
mother. Do you think…do you really thing it may be possible for him to change
something as heartless as a hollow?" Isshin said, a deep crease furrowing his
brow.
Urahara snorted. "If anyone could change someone, it would be Ichigo. He lives
every day with that hollow of his nagging at his senses, many others would have
given in, but he hasn't, he won't. And now, it seems, he's been through
something so terrible that many give up on life, but instead he's latched onto
the one thing he can control, the one thing he can still protect."
Isshin smiled. "How did soul society take the news?" he asked, glancing up.
Urahara flipped a fan up in front of his face. Isshin eyed him, knowing that
reaction. "Oh, well, better than expected."
"Urahara-san…" Isshin said, glaring at him.
Urahara tried to wave him away with the fan but saw that he was having none of
it. "Oh, well the extraction idea was presented, of course, and the termination
of the ah 'mockery of a pregnancy' as it was called by someone I won't name,
for their own safety. And just the general shock that Ichigo could carry four
of them."
Isshin's eyes narrowed at his friend. "And?"
"Oh nothing, just my old subordinate, you know how Kurotsuchi can be," he said,
biting on his lip behind his fan.
"What…did he say…about my…son?" Isshin's voice had an edge to it.
Urahara cleared his throat. "And this is why I didn't want to talk about it. I
don't want you trying to run off to Soul Society to defend your son's honor, I
think he can do it very well on his own, if not for being drained of all his
reiatsu at the moment."
"That bastard said something about my son's honor?" he asked, and Urahara
inwardly groaned. Damn, he was getting old. Or tired. Or possibly, and it was a
great possibility, both.
"It was just in passing and the old man put him in his place, Isshin, just
please just drop the issue before you make yourself angry," he said, but he saw
the look in his eye. There was no getting around it and trying to put things
delicate was only going to further anger Isshin. There was no doubt where
Ichigo received his barely restrained rage. "He commented on the fact that the
cubs were from four different espada, that's all."
"He called my son a whore?" he stated calmly, way too calmly.
"I explained to the old man what had been said, and that it wasn't exactly his
idea, but Mayuri was stuck on the fact that he had some control over the cubs
he carried, and felt that he must have desired the outcome. I posited the fact
that Ichigo wouldn't let them die if he could help it, even if it meant
accepting his fate," Urahara rushed through it hoping that Isshin wouldn't do
anything rash.
Isshin was doing fairly well with the situation. Considering. Oh, hell there
was a lot of damn considering at the moment. And he thought it was a very good
thing that he was in the world of the living at the moment because more than a
few shinigami would have missing heads if he had been around to hear those
discussions about his son. He looked up as Urahara cleared his throat.
"I left off something, though, but I'm sure they'll pick up on it from the data
I recorded. And it will make things worse with soul society," he said
carefully.
Isshin frowned and eyed the coy shopkeeper. "What do you mean?"
"Ichigo said the espada were 'helping' him with the reiatsu. That means they're
supplementing his own reiatsu with theirs."
Isshin looked at him, waiting.
Urahara hated when he had to spell things out for some people. But Isshin
wasn't always the quickest on the uptake. "To do that, he has to
maintain…ah…relations."
Isshin blinked. "What?"
"You know relations? Because the only way to access the reiatsu chambers with a
close enough proximity and enough power is through a release…" he said, waving
the fan in front of him as he spoke.
Isshin blinked again and then took a breath. "Oh."
"Yes, and now you see why he wanted to stay close to them. He's become
dependent on them for not only ensuring his own safety, but the safety of the
cubs. And from what Inoue-san and Sado-san had to say about the two times
Ichigo was attacked by other arrancar, these alphas retaliated in spades. So
there may indeed be more than seems. I cannot imagine them risking their lives
or position to retaliate against someone that hurt him, or go through the risk
to take you to him. It makes no sense," he said softly.
Isshin nodded. "So I wonder if they love him, after their own fashion? If
anyone could convert a hollow to love, it would be my son. And it would make me
proud."
"Even though the things Mayuri said will become commonplace when the truth of
his situation is revealed?" Urahara said softly. "And if he doesn't want to
give up the espada so easily? Soul Society will want them dead."
Isshin nodded. "I don't know about you, but Soul Society can take a flying
leap. And if anyone ever says something to my face about my son, I will kill
them, consequences be damned."
Urahara smiled behind his fan, because he had expect no less from a man who
abandoned his nobility, his position, and everything he had, for loving one of
the ones Soul Society wanted to destroy.
-Las Noches—
"Ichigo, wake up, baka," a voice said outside his dreamscape.
He grumbled, pulling an arm around him. "Five more minutes."
"Wake up, Szayel's here and wants to try something on ya," Nnoitra's voice
pierced his sleep veiled mind. He opened his eyes and blinked, a sudden fear
shooting thorugh him.
"He's not going to experiment on me!" he exclaimed, curling against the body
behind him.
An annoyed huff came from the doorway. "Well I am, but it is a good one though,
to try and bolster your own reiatsu."
Ichigo sat up slowly, shoving off three arms before he could crawl out from
under a leg. Good night, how many did he have in bed with him, he thought as he
finally slipped to the floor. He turned to see a sleeping Stark, and a half
asleep Nnoitra. He stretched and grabbed his robe over the shorts he'd made to
sleep in out of a pair of ripped hakama. He stumbled slightly and caught
himself on the table.
"I'm so tired of being tired!" he announced, stifling another yawn.
"Well, that's what I'm here about. I've been trying to come up with some kind
of reiatsu bolstering substance that will help your depleted state. Nothing
like normal, don't misunderstand me, but if it works you'll at least be able to
function half the day, roughly, if my calculations are correct," Szayel said,
reaching his slim hand out to guide Ichigo into the next room where he'd laid
out some instruments on the table.
He sat him down and hooked up a couple monitors to him quickly. "I just want to
make sure nothing untoward happens while I administer this."
Ichigo was getting nervous though and his black reiatsu began to get agitated
and lick out around the mask on his face. It had remained a half mask for some
reason, and he couldn't seem to pull it away. Considering he was still in
control he wasn't really worried, not about that, but the color his skin was
turning did make him worry some.
"Ichi…you okay?" he heard Ulquiorra's calm voice. He looked up, eyes sparking,
and breath hitching.
"Oh, good. Can you calm him down, cuarta? I'm working on a way to supplement
his reiatsu so he isn't asleep all the time, but he seems agitated."
Ichigo never liked being talked about like he wasn't in the room, but right
now, he was trying to concentrate on no freaking out over what he didn't know.
What if Szayel hurt the cubs? What if what he did damaged them, or worse killed
them? What if…"
His thoughts were abruptly cut off by a soft pair of lips pressing to his own.
A subtle command was passed through the pressure in those lips, white and
black, that send waves of calm over his entire being. For once, he was glad for
the control the alphas could exert of him as he melted into a sweet, closed
mouth kiss, leaning forward. Ulquiorra pulled back and put an arm around him.
Szayel sighed. "I'm not sure what you've done to these espada, Ichigo, but I'm
glad Aizen-sama doesn't see it. He'd think they'd all gone soft."
Szayel turned on the machinery with a soft hum, and then took out a tray with
several different droppers in small tubes. He looked up at the now extremely
relaxed shinigami, and realized he was falling asleep again. He rolled his
eyes. He supposed having the reiatsu continually sapped would do that to a
person. He reached up and glanced at Ulquiorra who shook the boy back to
wakefulness.
"Okay, Ichigo, this is the first one, the most mild form I've made," he said,
holding a dropper up to his mouth.
Ichigo swallowed and glanced up at Ulquirra beside him. Then nodded, opening
his mouth and letting Szayel drop whatever it was into his mouth. He nearly
gagged as the substance slipped down his throat, thick and cold and slimy. He
coughed for a minute, turning red in the face. He blinked and sat back. Szayel
looked at him questioningly. Ichigo shrugged. Aside from the horrid taste,
nothing seemed different.
Szayel made some notes and then grabbed another dropper. The same procedure was
repeated several more times. Second time, Ichigo swore he saw two of everything
for a few moments, the third time he thought he could see colors, the fourth he
felt more tired than ever before, and finally, the last one made him feel less
exhausted. Not a lot, just a little. Szayel hummed over his notes and nodded.
"Okay, I think I'm on the right track. Treating hollows is one thing, but
treating you is quite another. Hopefully, I'll have something by this
afternoon. And I do apologize for any…lingering…side effects," Szayel said with
a lecherous grin.
Ichigo frowned and then turned to Ulquiorra. He felt a sudden flush climb up
his body from toes to the top of his head and he looked down to see a tent
suddenly pitched in his shorts. His eyes went wide and he looked up at
Ulquiorra who was staring intently at his crotch.
"That bastard probably slipped something in there to make this happen!" he
exclaimed, but he was panting and flushed and he wanted to do nothing more than
ravage Ulquiorra's mouth with his own. So he decided to do just that.
In his surprise at the suddenly aggressive man, Ulquiorra nearly fell backward,
feeling his mouth being pried at. He grabbed Ichigo so he didn't fall over,
finding his height a distinct disadvantage at the moment. But there was
something arousing to him about the sudden act of dominance his normally
docile, blushing beta showed. Before he knew it, Ichigo had some sudden burst
of strength and had pushed him flat onto the floor and was furiously tearing at
his clothes.
Nnoitra poked his head out with a frown to see what the commotion was, and
found Ichigo yanking Ulquiorra's obi off with his teeth. Okay, that wasn't
something he'd ever seen before, he thought as he stepped out, only half
dressed himself, his obi half tied at his waist. Ichigo looked up and leered at
him. Nnoitra blinked. What the hell was going on now? Ulquiorra tilted his head
to look back and as soon as he did Ichigo attacked his neck furiously, causing
the small espada to gasp.
"The hell, Ulquiorra, what's wrong with him?" Nnoitra asked, dropping to his
hands and knees and approaching the pair on the floor, noting the furious
sucking sounds coming out of the beta.
"Szayel…may have…given him…something…" Ulquiorra gasped as Ichigo's hands found
his throbbing arousal. "Was trying to solve his sleeping problem, oh!" he said
as he looked down to see Ichigo with his nose buried in his raven curling hair
at the base of his cock.
"Fuck, Szayel need to give him whatever it was every day," Nnoitra said,
dropping his obi and crawling out of his own hakama, coming up behind the
furiously sucking Ichigo.
Ulquiorra prided himself on control, but this was testing it. His tongue was
everywhere, up, down, sliding underneath and back up to the slit, prodding it
gently, then roughly. As he worked, Nnoitra ran hands down his back and feeling
no resistance, gently tugged the obi from the shorts he was wearing. To his
surprise he bucked his hips back at him, whining at him. He nearly came on the
spot, but he managed to hold it. He yanked down the shorts to free his
straining member and those soft, white globes that were nearly perfect, a few
scars aside. He ran his hands over his rear, and he hummed deliciously on
Ulquiorra in front of him. The green eyed espada groaned, and Nnoitra looked up
surprised. That was a first. Well, today was full of firsts, now wasn't it?
Ichigo was so hot, all he wanted was to get rid of the heat inside him, and he
wanted to have someone buried inside him to do it. He played with Ulquiorra,
trying to wait until Nnoitra got the hint, and as the cold air hit him, he
realized he indeed had gotten his not so subtle hint of what he wanted. Nnoitra
stared at the sight, and pumped himself a couple times, spreading the luiquid
there was seemingly copious amounts of across himself. He hadn't grabbed the
salve.
"Ichi, you sure, I don't have the salve out here, I can get it…"
Ichigo came off Ulquiorra with a pop and glared at Nnoitra. "Fuck me, now,
don't wait!"
"You got it, Ichi," he said, and took a hand slick with his own fluids and
drove two fingers into him. He was already back on Ulquiorra, and moaning and
rocking his hips against his hand, pushing deeper. He bit his lip, and brushed
against that spot that would make him writhe even more, and it worked, after a
few moments, he couldn't resist it, pulling his hand away and coming up behind
him.
He hesitated. After what had been done, he was sure this was wrong, but when he
pushed back, nearly impaling himself on Nnoitra's waiting arousal, he gave in,
sliding into him and moaning at the sensation of being surrounding by the
warmth and tightness. "Fuck, Ichi, yer always so fuckin' tight, that hollow of
yers must like us…"
He leaned over, wrapping his arms around his back as he furiously bobbed down
on the now not so quiet Ulquiorra. Nnoitra wrapped his hand around Ichigo's
straining arousal and felt him stiffen under him, then begin to buck backward
into him. Nnoitra groaned, not wanting to rush him, after all the first time
was still burning in his memory, and he really didn't want to hurt him like
that again. But his insistent hips wouldn't leave him alone, as he snapped his
hips forward and into his sweet spot, making him moan around Ulquiorra and roll
his hips in such a way that Nnoitra wasn't sure he could hold it anymore.
He set a pace, slow at first, but under Ichigo's insistence, it sped up, nearly
becoming bruising in its frantic and needy nature. He matched it with his hands
around Ichigo and then he heard Ulquiorra go off with a half moan as he grabbed
Ichigo's head and slammed it down all the way on himself. To his surprise,
Ichigo didn't complain, only swallowed everything he was given, coming up for
air with a grin that soon escalated into pants and moans as he headed toward
his own climax. With a particularly hard thrust, he sent him over, which in
turn left Nnoitra only a couple erratic thrusts until he went, his reiatsu
pulsing out around them both.
Ichigo fell forward on top of the half nude Ulquiorra. Ichigo had managed to
open his top, strip his obi and grab his cock before he couldn't stop himself
from going down on him in earnest. He just wanted to feel him inside. Nnoitra
sighed, and pulled away, not really wanting to give up the warmth, but wanting
to make sure he hadn't injured his beta. Ichigo lay languidly over Ulquiorra
but now hissed as he realized he'd gotten Nnoitra to take him barely prepared
and with nothing to ease it. Then he felt hands on him and looked back to see
Nnoitra with the jar of salve/lube, and he was quickly applying it to his
abused entrance. He sighed as his long fingers worked the cool salve into his
insides, sending the stinging soreness away.
"Hrm, thanks," he said, turning to sit up and kiss Nnoitra gently on the cheek
when he heard the jar lid close. Whatever had been in the stuff Szayel had
given him was wearing off, and he felt sluggish now.
Nnoitra grinned. "Fer the fuck or the salve?"
Ichigo blushed madly. "Both."
***** Split the Difference *****
A week had passed already, and when Ichigo looked in the mirror he was
drastically different than he had been. He reached up to the hollow mask that
now covered the left side of his face and the forehead of the right side. His
skin had turned almost pure white. He blinked, despite the mask, his eyes had
remained brown, and his voice wasn't different. There were these weird black
stripes coming from the center of his chest, though. And of course the weirdest
was the round lump in his stomach as the four chambers steadily grew. Szayel
had come up with a concoction that made him less likely to pass out. It was
sporadic, but the side effect was a pain because it set him off to want to
ravage the nearest alpha. He'd decked Szayel for that one. But for some reason,
the supplement activated the hollow mating drive.
He'd been avoiding the others. And he figured it was time to go visit them.
After goat face had been here, he'd been so tired, and then working on finding
a way to get the stupid formula to keep him awake was hard. He shrugged on a
kusoda, trying to disguise as much of the changes to his body as he could. But
he knew that it wouldn't be easy to hide it from Rukia, Renji and Ishida. He
was worried about them, though. So he hoped they were well.
"Grimmy, ready?" he said, coming out of the bathroom after tying back the
orange hair that had decided to grow seemingly overnight.
Grimmjow looked up from his seat. "Shit, the hair makes you look even more like
a fuckin' chic…"
He got an angry scowl for his trouble. "Next time Szayel's little side effect
kicks in, see if I jump your ass."
"Hey now, I didn't mean it!" he backpedaled and followed Ichigo to the door.
Ichigo knocked on the door. He figured it was better than barging in. He heard
Rukia's voice form the other side calling to come in. Ichigo nodded to Grimmjow
and he opened the door, letting Ichigo enter. He smiled, but his face fell when
they were all staring very openly at him. He reached up and scratched his head
nervously.
"Yo, sorry, been a little out of it, but now Szayel came up with something so I
don't sleep so much," he said, trying to smile.
Rukia walked up to him slowly. "What is going on? You're turning into a…a…"
"Hollow?" Grimmjow helpfully supplied. "The fuck you think was going to
happen."
Renji and Ishida looked between each other. "Is it going to go away?" Renji
asked, staring at the thick black marks across his chest.
Ichigo sighed. "I don't know. Szayel says the closer I come, the more I'll take
on the form of my hollow. Apparently, the fucker is a vasto lorde class."
Rukia and Renji exchanged glances. "He's a vasto lorde? You seriously are
telling me that you have a vasto lorde hollow inside you, and you're a child of
a shinigami?" Renji asked.
He smiled. "Explains why I'm hard to kill, huh?"
Grimmjow yawned and flopped into a chair, dozing off. Ichigo frowned at him but
rolled his eyes. "But I'm feeling better, they've been helping a lot with them,
and the stuff Szayel made for me works, though it has a few…side effects."
Rukia stared and looked down to a bulge in his midsection. "You can see them?"
Ichigo nodded, opening the kusoda. "Yeah, look, this is cool." He held his hand
above his abdomen and a lick of reiatsu flared out of his hand, and in response
four different licks of blue, gold and green flicked back at him.
"They're sentient already?" Rukia said amazed.
Ichigo snorted. "Of course! They're souls already; they'll just take on the
physical characteristics of the parents. Just like souls that come from soul
society to the world of the living, just get there differently.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "Can I?" she asked, reaching out
tentatively.
He smiled. "Sure, pulse your reiatsu a little, they'll respond to you. Just not
too much."
She held her hand out and did as he asked, receiving a flood of emotions back
from the growing creatures inside him. She backed up.
"That's amazing!" she breathed, glancing at Ishida and Renji, motioning them to
try it. Both did, and gave an amazed look.
Rukia looked up at Ichigo's warm eyes and a sorrowful look passed her features.
"Look, Ichigo, I'm sorry about the stuff that got said that upset you, I don't
think Nii-sama thought how much you would care about these lives. And you're
right, no matter why they exist, it isn't their fault. And for them to come
from you, I know they'll be good…people…hollows…um, what will they be?"
He smiled. "Near as we can tell they'll probably look more like a mix between
arrancar and vizard. But we won't be able to tell until they're ready."
"So, will it be like a human, will you get really big since there are four of
them?" Ishida asked, curious and pushing his glasses up.
Ichigo shrugged. "Since they're souls right now, and all that, Szayel doesn't
think so. Hollows usually tear open their bellies to let the cubs out, but with
instant regeneration it isn't a problem. But I'm not fully hollow, but I guess
it is possible that I'll convert before the birth, then return to normal
afterward. But…we really don't know."
Rukia suddenly hugged him. "Ichigo, if I was mean, I'm sorry, I just don't want
something to happen to you, you know! I'm just scared you won't turn back
afterward, and if you don't, you can't go home, can you?"
Ichigo thought for a moment. "Well, technically, my human body is still back
there no matter what my soul form looks like. It's not like I'll have a hollow
hole or something. But it will take some getting used to…a hollow shinigami,
who would have thought? Shit that's Aizen's wet dream."
At the statement he froze. "Shit, what about him. I haven't even thought about
him. He's going to try and take them, I bet."
Ichigo sat down heavily beside Rukia. "I..what if he takes them? What if he
makes me stay here and turns them into what he wants? I can't handle that."
"Don't worry, Ichi," Grimmjow's growling voice said from the chair he was
lounging in, obviously not as asleep as he seemed. "We got that shit covered."
He frowned and felt Renji beside him pat him on the back. Then it hit him. His
eyes widened and his pale skin began to flush red. Rukia moved back in alarm as
a strained moan came from him, as he leaned over. Grimmjow's eyes snapped open.
"Ah shit, Ichi, not now, fuckin' Szayel…"
Unfortunately for Ichigo, the closest alpha was not one of his mates. It
happened to be Renji. Blinded by the sudden rush of instinct, he turned to
Renji with a grin and tackled him to the couch, the surprise causing the
redhead to gasp and Ichigo dove into his mouth. Renji was honestly too shocked
to do anything as he felt Ichigo grind into him, his tongue sinfully finding
every crevice in his mouth. He was confused and lost for a moment then let out
a moan when Ichgio's hands were fondling with his pants and palming his half
hard erection through the hakama.
"Fuck, fuck," Grimmjow muttered as he jumped up to intercede.
He moved past the shocked Rukia and ignored the open mouth gape from Ishida. He
grabbed the beta by the waist, eliciting a frustrated moan but he spun around
in Grimmjow's hands and used his legs to push off the couch, sending Grimmjow
off balance and sprawling onto the floor, already devouring his mouth. He felt
his insistent hands on his hakama, trying to undo the obi, suddenly sharp
nails, digging into the soft flesh of his alpha's belly.
"Ichi, no, come on, ride it out…" Grimmjow said pushing the writing orangette
up by his shoulders.
"Ah…Grimmy, fuck, I'm hot, fuck…" he muttered, tired of the lack of contact and
growled, swinging a foot around and clipping Grimmjow in the jaw. The arrancar
groaned, blood flying from the split lip.
Grimmjow tried to get up to find his beta tearing at his hakama viciously, the
fabric shredding. Grimmjow growled low in his throat and grabbed him by the
hips and tossed him over his body behind him so he could get up, sending him
flying. Rukia started but somehow, Ichigo landed in a crouch and leaped as soon
as Grimmjow stood up again.
"Goddamned Szayel and his fuckin' side effects!" Grimmjow grumbled, catching
the leaping shinigami before he was pounced again. He slide him around, pulling
both hands behind him, trapping them, and wrapping one leg around his legs,
holding him still. Ichigo growled, and scowled at Grimmjow, still doing
anything to get away.
Grimmjow was panting. He looked at the three shocked figures. "It's the fuckin'
stuff Szayel gives him, just at random fuckin' times triggers the damned hollow
instinct to mate with the closest alpha, lucky you, Red, and he goes fuckin'
nuts until it wears off, then he'll pass out for like five hours or some shit."
Ichigo was growling and fighting the grip his alpha had him in, and then he
turned his head around and bit his shoulder, blood spurting out around the
teeth that had become feral. Grimmjow couldn't help it, he was a little
surprised and Ichigo flipped around, sucking and biting on the bloody spot,
jumping up and wrapping his legs around Grimmjow. Grimmjow reached down and
held up the madly writhing shinigami's ass before he slid off him.
"Fuck, that hurt! Shit, when'd you grow fuckin' fangs?" Grimmjow said, trying
to disentangle Ichigo from him.
He managed it and shoved him back off him. As soon as his feet touched the
ground, he stumbled backward and blinked blearily, nearly tripping over the
table, grabbing it as he sat down hard on it. He looked at the others like he
wasn't really seeing them and tipped forward, Grimmjow grabbing him easily.
"Damn to all the hells, he's getting more violent every time that happens," he
groused, grabbing Ichigo and flopping back down into the chair with the
sleeping oragnette on his lap, rubbing his shoulder with a grimace.
Rukia and Renji were silent. Strangely enough, Renji hadn't moved, still laying
sprawled back on the couch, legs splayed, and mouth hanging half open. Had that
really just happened? Rukia slapped his ankle that was beside her and slowly
sat up, staring at the now peacefully sleeping shinigami substitute.
"Wow," he said, swallowing. "I don't think I've ever had something like that
happen, hell if I expected it from Ichigo…"
Grimmjow snorted. "That ain't nothing. You should see what he did to Ulquiorra
when…oh, yeah, he probably don't want me talking about that shit, eh? You guys
are all uptight about the sex shit."
Rukia stared open mouthed at him. "Shorty, shut that before someone decides to
put something in it."
She snapped her mouth shut, eyes bulging. Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "Shit, it
ain't like you don't know what we're doing with him. How do you think we're
keeping his ass alive?"
Ishida nodded. "The reiatsu chambers. You are giving him your power, but it has
to be done the same way conception was done."
Rukia almost gaped again but glared at Grimmjow and didn't. Grimmjow snorted.
"We're his mates, the fuck you think you do with yer mate? Just because he
wasn't willing to start with doesn't mean he isn't now. And before ya get all
ruffled, it ain't his doin'. He wants to protect the cubs, so he does what he
has to, and he has to answer to the hollow right now. The whole turning into
one should clue ya in to what instincts are running his world right now.
Hollows fight and fuck and eat. Luckily, he doesn't seem to need to consume
souls. Something tells me he wouldn't like that too much."
"Well, you don't have to be so crass about it! I can't believe he still has
to…" she said, looking away from Grimmjow.
Grimmjow bristled. "Hey, look, you think we're fuckin' using him, don't you?"
Rukia turned to glare at him. "Of course. You're Aizen's espada. All you want
him for is to breed stronger arrancar or whatever he has."
"That's what fuckin' Aizen wants, not us," Grimmjow said with more heat than
any in the room expected.
He looked down at the sleeping beta in his lap, and to their surprise a soft
smile curled at his lips. "At the beginning, sure. It was about power,
dominance, killing that cocky look in his eyes. But then this fucker…this
fucker…"
Grimmjow looked down at him as he spoke, running a soft hand through the longer
orange locks. "No he has to fuckin' come along and mess us all the fuck up.
Damn Ulquiorra follows him around like a puppy, saying he feels when he's
around. Fuckin' Stark spend more time wrapped around him in bed than he does
sleeping now days. Nnoitra, fuck, Nnoitra is all fucked up, jumping at every
sign of discomfort this fucker shows. And me, shit, I don't know myself
anymore. Running off halfcocked and trying to rip the fuckin' throat out of
Barragan's fraccion for daring to touch him, Nnoitra right beside my stupid
ass, knowing full well the bastard could obliterate both of us."
Rukia felt a burning in her chest. She was amazed by what she was seeing and
hearing. She looked over at Renji who was staring with fascination at the scene
in front of him. Ishida stood behind the sofa watching intently as well. No one
wanted to say anything.
Grimmjow sighed. "Fuckin' Aizen, brought this shit on himself. He won't touch
your cubs, Ichi, I promise that, I'll kill him first. Stark, Nnoi and Ulkea
too. He don't know what he's done, giving you to us. Letting you in, changing
us. Espada of lonliness that is't lonely anymore. Espada of despair that has
hope. Espada of emptiness that is full of love for another. And fuckin' espada
of destruction sitting hear telling yer sleepin' ass all this shit."
He tossed his head back, the flicked his hand behind him, opening the garganta.
He received three shocked glances. "Go, if ya want. I won't stop ya, hell, it
will make Ichi happy if you go home."
Ishida shook his head. "I'm seeing this through to the end."
Rukia and Renji exchanged glances. "Us too. We're staying."
Grimmjow nodded, the garganta closing behind him. "I'm going to get Ichi's pop
again soon, you can come with me if ya want so you can see anyone that don't
come through. Primera has to wait between so Aizen doesn't know what we're
doing."
Grimmjow looked thoughtful. "Ya think the shinigami will accept us?" he mused.
"I mean, when we get Ichi and the cubs out of here. Or will they just kill us
and them?"
Rukia shook her head. "I honestly don't know, but I know that Urahara will do
anything to help Ichigo."
Grimmjow nodded. "Well, cross that when we get there. Fuckin' legs are goin'
numb, taking this brat to bed."
With that, he stood up and left with Ichigo, leaving three stunned people
behind him. Not really sure what to think of what had just transpired, they all
just slumped back into seats with a sigh.
***** Falling to Pieces *****
It was getting a little strange to look in the mirror. The hollow mask covered
his face now, and his hair stuck out all around it in an orange carona. His
eyes though were still brown. His belly was extended quite a bit by now, and he
was going to be done in a couple weeks. He could already sense the end of the
gestation. He glanced down at the bulge and hoped that there would be some sign
that he was going to have them before he got the urge to slice his own guts
open. He wasn't keen on that idea.
Things had gone a little weird, though and he hadn't been able to see his
family. Stark said he was trying to arrange it again, but Aizen was being
bullheaded about it. He wasn't sure what that meant exactly, he'd just been
surprised that Aizen had allowed it to happen the first time. Please, but
surprised. He had finally stopped randomly trying to molest his mates,
thankfully, however Nnoitra certainly missed it. Luckily there had only been
one other incident where he jumped Renji, unfortunately, it had progressed to
the point they had to yank him off before he actually started trying to suck
the red head off. He wasn't sure who was more upset, Renji or the sex crazed
Ichigo.
Lately though, things had gotten tense for some reason. Even around Rukia,
Renji and Ishida. They seemed worried and waiting for something. It was
strange, and when he asked, he got nervous replies. He glanced down at the
black, sharp nails…well really more like claws, that he had now. He wondered
just what was going on.
Last stage, king,the inner hollow informed him. The cubs are strong, very
strong, and now your power is going to come rolling back. I'm going to suppress
though.
Why do you need to do that?
So fuckin' Aizen don't realize it. You do know we don't want him getting' the
cubs, right? The hollow demanded.
Ichigo swallowed, that was true. That was the last thing he wanted. He looked
at himself. It was the final stages of the transformation to a full vasto
lorde. He took a shuddering breath. So, now the worry was if he would go back
to normal after it was all over. As long as his eyes didn't change, he should
be in control.
You'll be in control king. But if we don't do this, you will die and so will
they.
Why are you being so nice and nurturing lately anyway?Ichigo asked with a tinge
of frustration. You couldn't wait for these guys to get their hands one me,
laughing in glee in my pain.
There was a chuckle. Call it hollow hormones, king. In case ya didn't notice,
it softens up the toughest bastards.
He had to admit. It did indeed. He couldn't have asked for more attentive and
caring lovers. Granted, he didn't mind the bites and bruises, he gave as good
as he got most times. Sometimes more than he go. He headed out the door over to
next door to see how the others were doing. The rooms weren't sealed anymore,
they really didn't have to be. Ichigo wasn't going anywhere, and the other
arrancar gave the area a wide berth.
"Oi, how are you?" he announced coming in to see Ishida busy sewing something
and Rukia and Renji entwined in each other on the couch.
"Ichigo, wow…" she said looking up. "The mask is complete!"
He shook his head. "Not yet, but almost. Feels weird, though, but the weirder
thing is it doesn't really bother me."
Renji snorted. "Well with those teeth, I'm glad you aren't rutting anymore," he
shivered at the thought.
Ichigo snorted and flopped on the couch, his hakama flaring as he did. "Yeah,
well, I'm still mortified that I tried to molest you twice. Fuckin' Szayel…"
There was general laughter and talk of what had been going on. Nothing of
import until the door burst in and a very panicked Grimmjow came skidding into
the room.
Ichigo frowned. "What's up?"
"We are gonna have to move our plan up," he said softly.
Rukia and Renji exchanged looks. "Why?"
"Aizen is going to have Szayel take the cubs next week," he said softly.
"What? No, it isn't time, if he takes them early…"
Grimmjow nodded. "They'll imprint on him, and not us, and we won't be able to
touch them again. They'll be his."
Ichigo sank back into the couch. This was about the worst news. Hollow cubs
imprinted on their "mother" when they were born, the connection being made when
the hollow pulled them from the chamber, letting their reiatsu mix with the
other. And to artificially take them would mean that couldn't happen and they
wouldn't recognize Ichigo as their mother.
Rukia put a hand on him. "I can't let him!"
Grimmjow grunted. "Like hell he's going to do this shit, we just move before
they are born."
He reached up and flicked his hand to open the garganta and looked at Rukia.
"Get going, shorty, you got work to do…"
Rukia nodded and kissed Renji's cheek before she ran through the opening.
Ichigo watched with a frown.
"Grimmy, what the hell is going on?" His tone was almost lethal.
He shifted. "Well, we decided back a while that we weren't lettin' Aizen have
the cubs. So we all have been working on a plan with shortstuff to get us out
of Hueco Mundo and hidden from both Aizen and Soul Society. We were planning to
wait until you were recovered but if he's going to try and take them, we can't
wait."
Karakura Town
Rukia was Urahara's door before the garganta even closed. It flew open.
"Rukia?"
"Urahara, we're going to need help," she said softly, walking in. Urahara
looked outside, seeing no one else.
She looked around. "Can we barrier it?"
Urahara nodded, flipping a couple switches and the meshed power of technology
and kido hummed around them. "Okay, what's happening, we haven't heard from you
since Isshin-kun went to visit, and its almost been two months."
"Yeah, well, Ichigo is going to need help. We have to get him out because Aizen
is going to have Szayel take the babies next week before they're ready. If he
does, they'll never see Ichigo or the espada as their parents, and will be
completely under Aizen's control," she said urgently.
Urahara nodded. "Well, to be honest, I've been actually dealing with Soul
Society on the issue."
She looked shocked. "What?"
"Well, after Isshin appealed to the sotaichou, the decision was made that if
Ichigo was ever retrieved he would be allowed to rear the cubs in peace,
prefereably in soul society, considering their natures," he said softly.
Rukia smiled. "Wonderful! What about the espada?"
He blinked. "What do you mean?"
"You have to get them out too," she said nodding.
Urahara shook his head. "What?"
Rukia sighed. "Who do you think got me here? Who do you think wants to get
Ichigo and the cubs to safety?"
Urahara nodded. "I see what you mean, but won't Ichigo want to…"
"No, don't even consider separating them," Rukia said softly. "I don't even
want to think what Ichigo would do without them around. He's difficult enough
for them to handle."
Urahara frowned. "What does that mean?"
Rukia sighed. "He's turning…well, into a hollow. Full on mask, white, chest
markings, everything. And right now the only thing containing him is them."
"This should be distressing you more than it is, Rukia-san…"
She sighed. "Look I've watched them. And at first, I was mad and tried to
convince Ichigo that they were bad for him, but then I saw them, really saw
them. At first they were violent and cruel and everything we expected from
them. But then…it was like Ichigo changed them. Slowly but surely, they became
completely and utterly devoted to him. And it wasn't an act, Urahara. They are
plotting against Aizen for him. Aizen still doesn't know they let his father
come to Heuco Mundo. He doesn't know that they sent Inoue and Chad home.
Grimmjow offered to send us all home."
Urahara looked a little shocked. "What? And you didn't come?"
She shook her head. "I had to stay, to see it through, me and Renji needed to
make sure that Ichigo had someone who had stuck through it all that could tell
soul society, you, whoever what had really happened."
"But you said he's turning into a hollow?" he said quietly.
"Temporarily, at least we think. He's still in control, but his body is
changing to accommodate the hollow birthing process. He'd die if his body
didn't alter to accept it. But his eyes are still brown, and he's still purely
himself. Though he quit molesting everyone…" she said thoughtfully.
"Molesting everyone?" Urahara nearly choked on his tea.
Rukia snickered. "He was so drained of reiatsu for the first two months that
their scientist guy made this stuff to boost his reiatsu so he could stay awake
at least half the day. The problem was it had the side effect of activating the
hollow mating instinct randomly. So we'd be talking and he'd randomly just
flush bright red and tackle the nearest alpha. Unfortunately, I guess Renji is
considered an alpha, and he got tackled twice."
Urahara blinked. "Tackled?"
Rukia grinned. "Well the first time, Ichigo almost found his tonsils before
Grimmjow got him off, and the second time, the others weren't in the same room
and he tackled him tearing off his pants and Ulquiorra came dashing in just
before Ichigo managed to get him orally stimulated."
Urahara couldn't help it. His defenses broke down and he started laughing. It
was so much that Yourichi, who had been reading in the next room came in
confused. She looked at Rukia and back to the giggling mess that was Urahara.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just imagining poor Renji-kun…"
Yourichi frowned. "What the hell?"
Urahara coughed. "Seems that Ichigo-kun decided to give Renji-kun some special
attention while under a side effect of some reiatsu bolstering formula."
She frowned, and now Rukia started laughing. Urahara sighed. "I'm not sure what
is more amusing, thinking of Ichigo trying to go down on Renji like that, or
Renji's face when he tried!"
Rukia smiled. "He was so shocked he just sat on the floor as Ichigo literally
tore off his hakama, shredding them!" She frowned. "Well he does sort of have
claws right now… but then his eyes got as big as saucers as he grabbed him and
that's when Ulquiorra grabbed him dragging him off. Unfortunately, Ichigo's
claws lefts some nice cuts on his inner thighs as he tried to hold onto him.
Renji still hasn't let him forget it."
Yourichi was looking between the two now. "Ah, Yourichi-kun, you'll have to
help me, we will be having guests downstairs, and we need some of the strongest
barriers we've got."
She blinked. "Who?
"Why Ichigo-kun and his four lovers, of course, and his little ones!" he
announced, snapping his fan open and heading toward the downstairs area.
Yourichi was left blinking in surprise as she ran off after her friend. Rukia
sighed and sank back on the floor, staring at her tea, and hoping that the
others were still doing okay.
Las Noches
Ichigo was pacing. He had felt the surging power come back slowly and steadily
over the last few days, but the hollow, or Shiro as he'd dubbed him lately, had
kept it under tight control. Anyone to the outside would have no clue. Even
Ishida couldn't tell. The scariest part was the completion of the mask. He now
sported two complete horns in the front, and there would have been nothing to
indicate he was not a full hollow if not for the black circle in his chest
instead of a hollow hole. The cubs were getting settled for their coming
emergence, and he was very nervous. Aizen would be wanting Szayel anytime now
to take them. And he wasn't going to let them.
"Stop pacing, Ichi," a voice said behind him, and he looked up as Nnoitra
wrapped long arms around him. "Yer gonna put a ditch in tha floor."
"Indeed," Ulquiorra said from his position in the chair. "There is nothing to
do but wait."
He sighed. "I know, but I'm worried about Grimmy! What if he doesn't seal his
pressure right, what if he runs into trouble…"
His thoughts were hushed with a chaste kiss on his lips by Stark who had come
sauntering into the room. As usual, it couldn't stay chaste and he found
himself melting into the brunette's arms, even with Nnoitra holding him from
behind. He ached with need, but with the end of the term coming, his hollow had
warned that any extra influx of reiatsu would be harmful. So for the last week,
they had abstained. And Ichigo thought he was going to go nuts. He'd gotten
used to it, the sensations, the touches, and now he was denied and didn't like
it one bit. He'd been rather grumpy.
Soon, though, the door opened and a beaming Grimmjow came in leading Rukia, who
was also smiling. He looked at them expectantly. "We're set. Soul society is
sending Nii-sama and Unohana-taichou to meet us in the morning at Urahara's,
and we've secured the basement for all of you," Rukia said with a smile.
Ichigo gave a relieved sigh. "Good, now we should get some rest."
They all settled in for the night. However, when Ichigo woke up, he wasn't in
his cozy bed with his loving alphas. He was in Szayel's lab, sitting with his
hands bound above his head. He looked around frantically, and spotted Aizen. He
growled low in his throat.
"Well, Ichi-kun…good to see you again, and look at you…" he practically purred.
"Such a good little beta for my espada. You must have been keeping them very
happy, none of them have given me any trouble since we sorted those fraccion of
Barragan's. However, after we're done here, I had to make it up to Barragan, so
you'll be sent to his castle for the next round of cubs. I'm sure that Findorr
and the others will be glad to see you again."
Ichigo started at what he was saying. "No, they aren't my mates…"
Aizen sighed. "Your mates are who I say they are, Ichi-kun, and now Szayel is
going to be so kind as to remove those four lovely creatures from you and I'll
take over their care so you can get right on making some more from me. Ideally,
I'd like a cub from you and each of the espada. Four down, only six more to go,
right?"
Ichigo felt his anger bubbling, and the power just below the contained surface
of his skin. Fuck him, king. We got this shit. Just hold off a little longer,
they're coming to find you now. And then, we're gonna rip his fuckin' head off.
"It is still strange to see you in this form, just like one of the vasto lorde,
so amazing that that much power could be contained in a person like you. And it
didn't even require the hogyuku to release, just took getting you fucked by a
few arrancars. Such a beautiful thing you are now."
To say that the four espada waking up missing their beta was a cacophony of
noise was an understatement. All four burst into the other room with the Quincy
and the shinigami looking wild eyed.
"Is here in here?" Grimmjow asked, looking around.
Rukia frowned, standing from the table. "Ichigo? No, he should be with you
guys…"
Stark growled low in his throat, a very guttural and wolf like sound. "Aizen."
With that, all four espada were out the door, with two shinigami and one Quincy
hot on their heels heading directly for a certain pink haired espada's lab.
***** Coup de Tat *****
Szayel didn't need someone to tell him what was about to happen. The reiatsu
signatures coming toward him were quite apparent, and pissed. He snickered.
This was going to get very interesting, very quickly. He glanced up and saw
Halibel standing with her arms crossed under her cloth covered face. She had no
expression, of course. But he could feel the power beginning to build. And the
funniest part, in the small room where Aizen was taunting a very pregnant
shinigami turned hollow was shielded so he had no idea that almost all his
espada were about to turn on him because of said shinigami.
"How the hells did this happen, Halibel?" the pink haired scientist said with a
sigh. "I mean, we're not even involved with the little bastard."
Halibel snorted. "Hormones? Pheromones? I don't know. I gave up a while back on
figuring out what exactly was going on here."
"You think this is going to go in our favor?" he said thoughtfully.
Halibel sighed. "Primera, Tercera, Cuarta, Quinta, and Sexta together? I think
so."
"And Octavo!" Szayle quipped and wandered into the room with Aizen.
Aizen looked up from the shinigami he was belittling and telling of his future
home at Barragan's. Barragan, of course, not being privy to the little plan
that the conspirators had enacted, had no idea what was happening. The espada
was exceedingly full of himself, and still considering himself king of Las
Noches. Szayel snorted, thinking that even though they hadn't intended it, they
were about to give King Barragan exactly what he wanted most. Minus one orange
haired shinigami/hollow hybrid beta, of course.
Now came the hard part. And it depended on the petite pink haired espada
entirely. He entered the room and placed a tray of syringes on the table,
humming to himself as he was often want to do. Aizen was busy tormenting his
pregnant prisoner with thoughts of what exactly Barragan's fraccion had planned
in punishment for the beatings they'd received from his current mates. It was
difficult, because Ichigo had no clue of the plans that had been put in place.
But Szayel's head shot up as he felt a slight pulsing of the beta's reiatsu.
Shit, he thought. He should have accounted for this.
"Aizen-sama, if you would refrain, I musts prepare him for the procedure. Will
you retire to the front, please?" the espada of madness said with a manic grin.
Aizen grunted and glared at him but acquiesced. He frowned to see the state his
words and actions had left the extremely pregnant beta in. He was so heavy with
the coming cubs by now that it was hard for him to get comfortable. It was
amazing how much his body altered in the last week to accommodate their
birthing.
Szayel took a syringe loaded with saline and muttered loudly about the events
and then jabbed it into Ichigo's arm and whispered. "Visibly relax," in a low
voice near his ear as he stood up.
Ichigo started and looked up to see the man's manic grin relaxed into a soft
smile. Ichigo swallowed and stopped struggling slowly against the bonds on his
hands, consciously slowing his breath. It wasn't that he was scared for
himself, okay maybe a little, but the cubs, he didn't want to give them to
Aizen. They were innocent. He saw the manic grin return to Szayel's face as he
turned back wehre Aizen was watching through the observation wind. Ichigo took
the cue and let his head loll backward, the four separate markings on his neck
pulsing with various reiatsu. He was struggling to maintain control.
A little longer, king, came the whisper.
You fuckin' know what's going on don't you?
Not entirely, but ah do know mah alpha/beta shit. Been one of each in my time.
And they're not going to let Aizen fuck wit ya. And neither am I. When the time
comes, king. Let go. Don't think, let fuckin' go when I tell ya. There was a
finality to the mental voice that Ichigo had never encountered before and he
swallowed.
Ichigo, do as he asks, another voice whispered and Ichigo felt that he would
indeed do just as the hollow asked.
I will.
Aizen was watching him intently, so he slumped his shoulders and rolled his
eyes a bit, acting as though he'd been given some sort of sedative. Szayel
carefully unclamped his hands, carefully running a soothing thumb over his own
hand in reassurance. Szayel was humming, and that was a little unsettling, but
he knew that the espada of madness had slowly and steadily been acquiring
sanity in the time Ichigo had been here. He wasn't sure what the hell was
happening, but even the espada he wasn't mated with were changing if he was
around them. He had never been around Yammy, Zommari or that freaky ninth
espada much, and he steered clear of Barragan. But Szayel and Halibel had been
steadily, like his mates, losing their aspects of death.
He was led to the steel bed and laid down, Szayel carefully pulling a sheet
over him and locking eyes with him. Aizen was behind his head so he could not
see him now. Szayel ran a hand over his sheet covered stomach, humming slightly
as he felt the reiatsu pulsing into his and returning to him, giving him
information. He pulled a tray of instruments over and Ichigo felt mild panic as
he saw the assortment of clamps, needles, spreaders, and various other surgical
instruments. He felt a hand on his arm though, and he knew that Szayel had
something planned.
He leaned over and secured his wrists to the restraints beside his head,
leaning over from behind.
"Be still, be quiet, breathe evenly. I feel the reiatsu under the surfaces, and
when Aizen comes in to watch the procedure, I need you to tear the restraints
free. I won't let him in until the others are ready."
Ichigo answered with a soft sigh and tried to do just that. But keeping his
body still was turning into a maddening struggle as it was. Szayel continued to
set up the room, moving things here and there including a wide and deep heating
unit, no doubt to put the young in once he'd freed them from Ichigo's
protective reiatsu chambers. He felt like squirming. He groaned inwardly at the
fact that now of all times his nose itched. Seriously.
Grimmjow fought to keep his reiatsu tightly controlled. He looked at the other
three, knowing that they were doing the same thing. Lillinette stood by Stark,
knowing that she would soon be called out to help. She was, after all, half of
his very soul. Grimmjow frowned, wondering just when the hell she'd caught up
to them? He supposed they could communicate to each other. He glanced at the
two nervous shinigami and the Quincy.
Stark yawned. "Once this begins, it is our job to keep everyone out of there,
and let Ichigo deal with Aizen, but I will be able to support if necessary. I
felt his reiatsu building, and I believe that mi amor will be capable of doing
what needs to be done by way of pure instinct. Prepare for Yammy, Barragan, and
noveno. Once we release, they will come, along with their fraccion."
Grimmjow grinned. "Can I kill those bastards that touched our beta this time?"
Rukia and Renji exchanged glances. "If you don't, we will. Point out the first
two, I know the second group," Renji said with a growl.
"For a mated alpha, you certainly are protective of Ichigo," Ulquiorra said,
tilting his head to the side.
Renji frowned. "Mated alpha?"
The four looked back and forth. "Ah, forgive me, I assumed you and Rukia…"
Both blushed. "Well, I guess, but not ah, mated…and Ichigo…ah…" Renji stammered
looking between Rukia and the espada.
Nnoitra clamped a hand on Renji's shoulder. "Who knew ya swung both ways, Red?
Well, ya know, if ya ever want Ichigo to join ya two for some fun, I think we'd
be okay with it after what ya've done for us."
Renji's eyes couldn't have gotten any bigger, well at least one would think,
until Rukia softly said, "Yeah, that could be."
He swallowed hard and stared at the short woman beside him and back to Nnoitra
who was looking at him with a knowing creepy wide grin. Did Rukia just agree to
a threesome? With Ichigo? He swallowed convulsively, images dancing through his
mind at the thought, cheeks flaring as red as his hair. Truly, he'd been hard
pressed to get the stupid orangette out of his head since he'd tried to give
him a blow job in the middle of their room. But he had steadily fallen deeply
in love with Rukia over the last months, and though their affections had not
yet turned physical, he knew it would only be a matter of time.
Stark nodded, clearing his own head of images of watching his beta play with
the pair in front of him. Well, that would be interesting. He'd allow it. If
they could watch it, of course. And maybe join in. Yes, that would be best,
after all.
"Summon your shikai, and Renji-san, you have bankai, correct?" Stark said,
looking at the man who gave a curt nod. He smiled.
"Kick about, Los Lobos," he said softly, and then all restraints were broken
and the places flooded with reiatsu enough that the walls shook, and there were
some casualties of lower ranking arrancar throughout the place.
Halibel raised her head to feel that the others had arrived and released. She
smiled and nodded to herself as she sensed her group of betas approaching from
the other side. She couldn't see or feel Aizen, his reiatsu still tightly
controlled, but she hoped the barriers in the room he was in had held. She
grinned to herself as she felt the oncoming storm of the remaining espada
rushing toward them. She smiled, having wanted an excuse to end that disgusting
noveno espada. Aaroniero was a nuisance at best.
She left, heading toward the onrushing presence.
Szayel patted Ichigo's arm reassuringly. "Aizen-sama, we are ready to begin.
You will need to phsycially pull them from the beta and twine your reiatsu
around them. Otherwise they won't imprint to you," he said casually, pulling
the sheet down to reveal the white flesh of Ichigo's belly. He distantly heard
a crash and knew that things were progressing on the outside of the lab.
Let go, Ichigo, came the whispered voice. I'll let you stay conscious and
aware, but let go. It is time to end this.
Ichigo closed his eyes tighter, feeling the sinking feeling and fighting the
panic at the loss of control as his body was lost to his nerves and orders.
Outwardly, under the lids, the eyes faded from brown into a glowing red. A
laugh that escaped his lips filled the room, making Szayel step backward. He'd
expected Ichigo to retain the one in control, but as the yes opened and fixed
him with a glowing red glare, he knew that the hollow had taken over. He could
only hope it was Ichigo's idea.
Aizen frowned, pulling his zanpakuto from his hip. Ichigo's altered voice
stopped laughing and he fixed him with a look. "That thing won't help ya now,
Aizen. Ichigo's not here and I'm not gonna be as nice as he would. I'm fuckin'
gonna kill ya and eat yer soul."
Ichigo tried to protest that he didn't want to eat souls, but the hollow
retained tight control. This must be, king.
Suddenly, the loose bindings on his wrists exploded in black fire. And before
Aizen even knew it, he'd been thrown through the nearest wall, which was
reinforced with more seals and barriers than Szayel cared to think about as
they all crumbled with the force.
The flying body certainly surprised Rukia and Renji who stood squaring off with
two of Barragan's fraccion, the blonde Findor and the one with the red tattoos
that Renji thought was Abirmir or something like that. They saw Ichigo in the
opening, and to their amazement, he dropped his head, red eyes glowing as a
brilliant red cero forming in between the horns of the mask. Everything seemed
to stop as everyong scrambled to dodge the path of utter destruction that
sailed out of the orange haired creature before them. He turned, the direction
Aizen had flown exploding behind him and locked eyes on Findorr and Abirmir who
were fighting a short ways off with Renji and Rukia. He threw his head back to
release a massive hollow roar and suddenly was behind Findorr with a burst of
sonido, shocking Rukia who stumbled back. It took a minute for the blonde to
register the presence, but before he could turn completely, his chest exploded
through his back as the creature he'd previously hurt let the hunger roil
through him.
Renji hadn't noticed as he was locked in battle with the released Abirmir,
dodging heavy projectiles. He looked up to see Ichigo behind him in the air,
and he swore he didn't see him move, the bird-like arrancar twisted, his front
turning and his lower half facing Renji. There was a look of shock before a
black nailed hand plunged through his chest, bursting through his back. Then he
was back beside Renji and then something slammed hard into him, sending him
flying with a growl. He dug himself out of the rubble of a nearby wall to face
up to the twelve foot fraccion, and then as quick was gone and the huge
arrancar's head exploded. A sonido brought him back in time to be facing Azien
who had finally dislodged himself from the wall he'd been buried in.
The sight of the ex-shinigami stumbling forward, blood pouring from several
wounds was enough to set those fighting back as the reiatsu sent some of the
lower level arrancar to their knees, and even Rukia felt the pressure. But it
wasn't just Aizen, Ichigo's had risen to match, no surpass it. Aizen tried to
get his sword free but found himself unable to move his arm, and looking down,
realized that the cero had blasted it entirely away. He growled.
"You all dare to defy me?" he called.
"You will die by my hands, and your dark soul will feed my young," Ichigo
stated in a voice that was a mixture of the hollow and his own.
"You think Ichigo is okay with that, hollow?" Aizen said, stalking toward the
transformed shinigami.
Then the eyes flashed from red to brown. "I am." Aizen faltered for a second. A
manic laugh cascaded through the room and a flood of black reiatsu tinged with
red flooded outward at him, rising up in the shape of the mask he wore. Aizen
took a step back and rose his own to face him but found himself pitifully
unmatched.
"Shinigami. Hollow. And Quincy. You have no idea what we are Aizen," The half
mixed voice came again. "And you've pissed all of us off."
The crushing reiatsu sent even the primera espada to his knees as a vicious
explosion of power ripped through all of Las Noches. And then, Ichigo was over
Aizen, who he had crushed under the influx of power. The hollow eyes burned red
as they ripped open the front of Aizen's kusodo, revealing the hogyuku, and
that was where the hollow began.
Luckily for the rest of those present, the soul consumption was hidden from
their view. Ichigo himself had closeted himself in a far corner to try and
ignore what his hollow was doing. It was a world of eating to survive, eating
to gain power…and he'd never participated. But now…now he did. Even though he
approved of it, he didn't have to watch. That was just…no.
When the hollow returned, the red slowly faded to brown and he smiled at Rukia
and Renji, both slightly bloody but still fine. He glanced down and the
swirling reiatsu inside and around him. Yes, this was going to power them. He
smiled and slumped to his knees, but before he was further, he found himself
held up by strong arms. Several sets. He vaguely heard questions of what was
wrong, but he just knew he needed some sleep.
Karakura Town
Isshin was frantic. "They're coming!"
Karin and Yuzu were beside themselves standing outside the Shoten as their
crazy father came running up. He'd sensed the garganta and there was a rush of
reiatsu heading to them. He looked up and saw Urahara, Byakuya and Unohana
waiting patiently. Others were already waiting in the basement in the "home"
they had made until Ichigo was ready to go to Soul Society with his cubs and
mates.
Several sets of feet set down, and Rukia and Renji ran forward of the group of
espada. More had come than expected, and they would need to explain.
"Nii-sama, Unohana-taichou!" Both were covered in blood and were wounded but
they waved off the questions.
"Aizen's dead, Heuco Mundo has been handed over to Barragan, and all the espada
who became loyal to Ichigo have come with him," she rushed, looking around with
hopeful eyes.
They looked up to see Stark walking at a lazy pace, Ichigo carefully slung in
his arms, still entirely hollow looking, with Lillinette at his side. Grimmjow
and Nnoitra argued over who had killed more fraccion next to him. Szayel looked
around, examining everything he could see. Halibel walked in front of her three
fraccion, and Ulquiorra walked impassively in the rear with a couple other
lesser arrancars.
Isshin ran forward to look at the bundle in Stark's arms. "My precious son!
What is wrong?"
Stark sighed. "We've had a long battle, he must rest, por favor."
Together they were all led to the basement level, Stark dropping with a sonido.
They were led to a house and a comfortable looking large bed. He laid his mate
down gently, smiling at him. The others were milling and talking outside as the
other mates trickled into the room to kneel beside their mate. From the
doorway, shocked eyes watched. Outside, Rukia and Renji explained everything,
from the slow progression and influence Ichigo had exerted upon not only his
mates, but also the other espada he was around like Szayel and Halibel. It was
as though he erased their aspect of death entirely.
The question of Aizen's destruction came up, and Rukia looked at Renji.
"Ah, seems that Ichigo let his hollow take over, and all, yeah, Aizen is
definitely dead," she said.
Urahara frowned. "Are you sure? He's got the hogyuku, and that…"
Renji shook his head, looking a bit green. "Nope, definitely dead."
Szayel snorted. "Shinigami, just like humans." He turned to Urahara. "Ichigo
consumed him, absorbed his power, and I'm guessing that hogyuku too."
Isshin blinked. "He…my son…ate him?"
There was a moment as they analyzed the ridiculousness of the situation. Renji
blurted. "Have you seen him? He's a fuckin' vasto lorde for soul's sake! I
watched him rip apart the fuckers that hurt him without a though, and I've
never seen anything move that fast, and he's fuckin' pregnant on top of it! I
am scared to wonder how bad he is not pregnant!"
And with that, the room dissolved into laughter, filled with unease at first,
then morphing into the genuine thing.
***** Hollow Birthing *****
"If you don't get the fuck out of here, I'm going to rip your fucking head off,
Grimmjow!" came the growling scream from the house followed by one terrified
looking espada scampering, dodging a half of random objects sailing out the
door after him.
He stopped when the hail of objects stopped. "The hell ya do this time,
Grimmjow?" Renji asked, laying back against a rock.
"Fuck! Just asked him if he needed anything! He's been holed up in there for
the last two days! I don't think we could get anymore blankets and pillows in
that room!" Grimmjow said, frowning.
"Isn't this normal?" Renji asked with a sigh.
"Fuck if I know!" Grimmjow growled. "Never had cubs before."
Szayel took that moment to wander into the area. "He's about to go," he said
softly, so Ichigo couldn't hear him. "You'll need someplace with clean water or
sand, he won't remove the cubs in the den, it would be too much of a mess.
He'll come out in a little while and seek a birthing spot. And I suggest if
anyone is going to witness it, you get them. The reiatsu signatures have been
spiking for the last hour pretty violently."
There was a flurry of activity but Ichigo was too involved in the swirling
things running through his head. He couldn't get comfortable. No matter how he
sat, laid, it didn't seem to matter. Which was saying something considering the
massive pile of soft things he was snuggled down into. He felt the sudden urge
to go find somewhere else to curl up. He struggled to his feet, sniffing the
air and wandered out into the larger basement area. The house was little more
than a bedroom with a kitchen that Urahara often used to lodge guests. But now
it was almost filled with soft things that Ichigo had purloined randomly.
It had started with Urahara noticing his pillows were gone. Confused, he asked
Jinta if he had them. He proceeded to complain that his blankets were missing
too. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the items. Some were cushions,
others were pillows, and not everything disappeared, only certain items.
Finally, Urahara wandered downstairs to find Ichigo on top of the large bed,
snuggled down into the variety of things he had found missing that morning.
Szayel explained he was preparing a nest for the cubs and the things he chose
had some significance to him for one reason or another. Each one was attached
to a person he felt connected to enough to trust. So it was that everyone ended
up "accidently" leaving pillows, clothes, and plushies the night before. And
this morning, they found had been picked through, several articles missing.
Ishida, Chad and Orhime stood looking down, smiling fondly at what was gone.
Orhime had left a few things, and of them, only one was missing, a plush bear
that she had used as a child. Ishida found his spare t-shirt and one of his
Quincy capes were missing. Chad, who loved cute things, had left several
plushies, and to no one's surprise, every one of them was gone. Isshin, Karin
and Yuza had left several things, and Renji and Rukia had left a couple of
blankets they brought from soul society. They still thought it was interesting.
They looked up to see several other people entering. "Nii-sama!" Rukia said,
seeing her brother enter followed by Toshiro, Yumichika, Ikkaku, Kenpachi and
Yachiru.
"We figured that this would be the only chance to see something like this,"
Yumichika said with a smile.
With that they all headed down to the basement to find the hollowified Ichigo
wandering around, randomly smashing boulders and looking under them.
"You weren't kidding," muttered Ikkaku, looking at Renji.
"Told you, fuck, can you feel the power rolling off him?" Renji said, shaking
his head as he wandered in their direction.
He looked up at the crowd of people and was in front of them with a burst of
Sonido, his warm brown eyes examining them before growling at them. He turned
and slowly walked, or rather waddled, away from them again, seeming to look for
something, bursting with a sonido here and there, and a roaring challenge
issued every now and then to the empty room.
"What is he doing?" Yumichika asked.
Stark had wandered up lazily, and watched as Yachiru and Lillynette started
rapidly talking to each other. "He's checking to make sure there's no danger.
He came to assess the threat you posed, and recognizing your scent went to
finish checking the area. He won't let the cubs out until he's sure that
nothing can hurt los ninos."
"Doesn't he know there's no way that danger could be here?" Rukia asked,
frowning. "I mean, we're in Urahara's shop after all."
Grimmjow had come up to them, nursing a black eye. "Doesn't matter. He's going
to do it, hollow instincts, remember?"
Urahara leaned back against the boulder behind him. "You say 'let them out'
what does that mean?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "Hollows tear their guts open and retrieve them, breaking
the reiatsu chambers with their claws. We're kinda hoping that he's going to be
able to do it without dying."
There was a moment of shocked silence. "But shouldn't we..."
Stark shook his head. "He won't allow you to help, not after Aizen tried the
very thing you are thinking of, senor. We will be with him, and hope his
instant regeneration kicks in. If not, Szayel is prepared over at an area he's
set up behind the house. This was always una possible," he said shrugging.
Finally, from a short ways away there was a clicking growl. Stark nodded at the
others. "He's ready. Grimmjow, get Szayel and I'll grab Nnoitra and Ulquiorra."
They were gone in an instant and the rest flash stepped over where the noises
were emitting. Ichigo had managed to hollow out a small pit in the rock,
smashing a great deal of the hard stone into sand around him. He was kneeling,
calling out with his head tilted upward. A second later, Stark appeared up on
the ridge, dropping his head to him, almost kneeling above him. Ichigo opened
his eyes and responded with a growl. Stark slid his way into the sandy
depression. Slowly, the same procedure was followed for all four of the alpha
mates.
He fixed a glare to the shinigami and other arrancar just above the edge, but
when they came no closer he relaxed. The rising reiatsu was almost crushing in
the intensity. Ichigo's hollow form let out a howl, and his eyes began to burn
red again. The four alphas stood back, waiting. It was their job to twine their
reiatsu with their cub after Ichigo had released it and done the same. A sort
of vortex began to flood of black and red reiatsu around Ichigo, as he stared
down at his bulging belly. He let out a sort of soft howl and then using both
hands sliced downward into the flesh, great gouts of blood starting to pour out
as it was clearly visible there were four balls of pulsing energy sitting
inside, two blue, one gold, and one green.
With a growl he dug black nails into the golden ball that was at the front,
black reiatsu pushing through the shell. There was a flare as both colors shot
out and then twined together, and Ichigo realsed a purring noise. Nnoitra
dropped to his knees, and Ichigo deposited the squirming creature into his
arms. He held it close and golden reiatsu began to pulse around him and the
tiny creature. Next he dug into one of the blue chambers, a similar thing
occurring, tangling of reiatsu and then it was placed in Grimmjow's waiting
hands.
Ichigo was panting by now, the blood around his knees pooling fast. But he
reached down and cracked through the green chamber. A few more minutes
Ulquiorra was given his bundle. Now, Ichigo was sitting back on his heels and
panting, gasping at points, his eyes wavering between the glowing red and his
brown ones. He saw the remaining chamber of blue and tore through it quickly,
grabbing the tiny creature and then handing it to Stark.
The foaming regeneration started, sealing the wound in his stomach but he
looked up, stiffening as his eyes returned to their brown color and the mask
started to crack.
"Shit, Szayel, his hollow couldn't hold on long enough!" Grimmjow cried out,
leaning forward as he started to tip, blood gushing out of his mouth as the
last of the mask evaporated. He fixed Grimmjow with a pained look as his hands
shook, claws receding and flesh slowly returning to a normal color.
"Are they okay? All of them?" he whispered hoarsely as he was lifted up into
Grimmjow's arms, having passed the cub to another's waiting arms.
"Yeah, Ichi, yeah, they're fine, come on, let's get you fixed up. It just took
too long for your to get four of them out, you'll be fine he said, dropping
beside the medical equipment Szayel had laid out. Isshin had materialized
beside him with Urahara and Unohana.
The very nervous Grimmjow was pushed away and told to take care of the cub and
let them work. He wandered to where the others had gathered staring, giggling
and whispering over the four tiny creatures that were being passed around warm
and comfortable arms.
They were each about four pounds or so, but perfectly formed. Grimmjow and
reached out for his little one, a smile crossing his face, not a feral grin,
but a genuine smile. The little cub was covered in soft blue fur with a little
blue tail, but his head was a wild tuft of orange hair and blue and orange
striped cat ears. It was most definitely a little boy, and he had a wicked set
of teeth. He resembled himself in released form, and he wondered if there was a
way to seal his form like he did.
He glanced over to see Inoue already chasing a little white skinned creature
with bat wings on her back and a set over her ears. Already, she had figured
out how to fly and was flitting about nakedly making chittering noises at
Ulquiorra below her. Like her brother, though, her features were mixed. One eye
was chocolate, the other emerald green, but both slit like a cat's. Grimmjow
looked down to note a little wolfish boy gnawing on his ankle. His teeth were
sharp, but nothing his hierro couldn't handle. He had little orange wolf ears
and a matching orange puffy tail. His eyes were both dark brown. He looked
around to see Nnoitra sitting on the ground, smiling proudly as he was being
scaled by a little girl with brilliant orange hair and six arms, a pair of tiny
horns jutting out of her forehead.
However, there was a given amount of worry present as Ichigo was still not with
them. Soon enough, the cubs had tired of playing and sat about seeking their
mom. When they couldn't find him, they all began keening sharply; calling to
him in the way hollow cubs did when they were in great need. Each of the alphas
picked them up and held them tight, doing nothing to calm them.
Finally, Isshin came out, pulling gloves off and tucking them into his pocket.
"I think we're over the worst, but he's going to have to take it easy for a
while. The wounds are superficially sealed, but it's going to take several days
of intensive healing to recover the damage. The hollow receded before the
regeneration could fix what carrying the cubs had done, so until the hollow can
resurface, we just have to keep him stable. Urahara and Szayal are discussing
if Inoue can help at this point since the cubs are born."
He glanced at the four cubs and smiled. "He's awake, and I assure you, he wants
to see you and them."
The four headed over to where the medical tent had been set up to find their
mate slightly out of it, but awake. He perked up when he heard them coming.
There was a moment of disbelief as he was shown each other the cubs. Then he
reached out his arm, and in quick succession, each of the cubs did what Nel had
done, marking their mother. Ichigo glanced down at the five marks and smiled,
then frowned.
"Where did Nel go, anyway?" he said.
Grimmjow smiled. "She was out playing never-ending chase when we left, but
since then, she's been picked up and brought here. We decided to keep her
upstairs and playing with Jinta and Ururu until you had the cubs."
He nodded. "Probably good idea. I'm so tired, can I go to the den yet? I want
to snuggle with you and the cubs."
"You can, as long as you promise to take it easy until you've been fully
healed," his father's voice came from the front. He smiled.
"Oi, goat face, you see these monsters? What do ya think?" Ichigo asked,
grinning.
Isshin came forward, taking a proffered wolfish boy in his arms and holding the
squirming boy up. "They're the best thing any grandfather could ask for. I wish
Masaki were here to see it. What you've done, Ichigo, is amazing. And I have to
credit her with it."
Ichigo felt himself blush. "Wasn't anything special, just got knocked
up…granted, I thought I'd see Yuzu and Karin with babies before this…"
Isshin brushed his son's hair from his face. "You don't even understand what
you did. You defeated Aizen, albeit not the way any of us figured you would…I'm
still getting past that, but well, you are a hollow partially so I shouldn't be
so surprised. But not only that, you turned almost everyone that Aizen trusted
into your devoted friends and companions. Somehow, Ichigo, you filled the
emptiness in them all. And even though the hollow holes are still there as a
physical reminder, they're still filled and are slowly getting their emotions
back. And we have no idea how you did it."
"Ouch, lil' bastard!" came a call from Grimmjow who had a blue furred boy
hanging by his teeth off his finger.
"Hinto," Ichigo said with a smile. "Blue haired," he nodded. "Even though it's
really blue and orange. He glanced at the pup Stark held. "Takeshi, for my
little warrior boy born last." Stark grinned. He looked over to the batwinged
little girl and frowned. She was full of energy, that was certain. "Chou, I
know she isn't a butterfly, but I think it fits her." He looked at the last,
the ball of energy with six arms. She as going to be a handful, he thought.
"And last, little Toma, my jewel," he said fondly as the six armed devil made
her way up to cling to his neck, chittering away at him.
Soon enough, four tiny creatures were crawling and licking him, making him
laugh as he found himself in perhaps the greatest joy of his entire life.
***** The Ending is the Beginning *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The cups clinked happily in the room. Those sitting around the low table
laughing and catching up. Ichigo had probably downed a half a bottle of sake on
his own, but Renji had to have taken just as much. Rukia was nursing her own
drink, though, her eyes lit with some sort of mischief that the espada mates
could tell. Ichigo sat happily in the middle of Grimmjow's lap, falling to the
side now and then, nearly burying his head in Stark's lap as he laughed at
something. Grimmjow and Stark were both flushed with alcohol. Nnoitra and
Ulquiorra were both in heavy discussion with Kenpachi and Inoue respectively.
As far as they could tell, Nnoitra and Kenpachi were setting up yet another
sparring match, and Ulquiorra and Inoue were discussing what else but the cubs.
"Grimmy! When we having more cubs?" Ichigo said, leaning back drunkenly.
Grimmjow snickered. "Well, next time you come into heat, of course, baka.
Except this time, we're only going to have two at a time, got it? No more
nearly dying because of all four."
Ichigo frowned. "But…hic…how do I pick just two?"
Grimmjow rubbed his back in gentle circles. "We'll get there; you got a while
before that happens."
"Yeah, Ichi-nino, not going to risk it again, no?" Stark said, patting him on
the leg.
"I'm glad everyone could come!" Ichigo announced with a grin, his face as red
as his name suggested. "I can't believe we've been a year mated already!"
They had all decided that they would choose the day that they had first
encountered Ichigo as his anniversary. After all, all four had been with him in
the span of that first twenty four hours, so despite the less than pleasant
first encounter with Nnoitra and Grimmjow, they agreed. Of course, Nnoitra and
Grimmjow had made up for it many times over since then. And tonight, all four
cubs and Nel (who eventually gave up never-ending chase, thankfully) were
spending the night with Aunt Halibel and her fraccion.
After the cubs had arrived, they'd stayed with Urahara for another three months
while an appropriate place was readied for them in soul society. That gave
Isshin, Karin and Yuzu sufficient time to spend with them before they headed
off to the relative safety of soul society. Szayel had opted to go earlier and
ended up being heavily involved with Mayuri. Needless to say, there were weeks
that Kurotsuki-taichou was nowhere to be found, and eventually when they
surfaced, it seemed Szayel was very pleased with himself and walking a bit
funny. No one ever mentioned it though, because no one really wanted to know.
Halibel and her fraccion had stayed for a while but then went to soul society
and quickly became integrated easily into the world. She and her fraccion also
became Ichigo's go to for babysitting. The cubs were a handful at best, and it
took several people to keep them in check, because unlike human babies, they
were born running and flying in Chou's case. There were more than one occasion
various shinigami brought back a squirming and flailing cub where they had
escaped the watchful eyes of their sitters. Of course, Lilinette and Tesla also
took equal turns taking care of the cubs, though usually it was a tag team
effort.
It had taken the others in soul society some time to get used to the sight of
Ichigo with his mates. Once they were born, his Zangetsu returned, and his
wounds healed quickly (with Inoue's aid), and he now wore his familiar black
shihakuso again. The espada had all wore similar outfits to what they had as
arrancar, only now they were free to choose colors and all stayed away from the
white Aizen had enforced on them. But watching Ichigo wander place to place
with anywhere from one to all four of them had caused some interesting issues.
For one, people didn't know what to think. More than once he found himself
dragging a couple of them behind him by the hand. It was decidedly odd, Ichigo
was smaller than all but Ulquiorra. And of course, not everyone knew about the
arrangement in the first months they came to Soul Society. And with motherhood,
Ichigo had not entirely returned to his normal self, and none were sure if he
ever would. His features had softened a little more, and he kept his hair long,
usually pulled back at the nape of his neck. Most different was the distinct
curve of his hips now, not extreme, but in just the right angle it was there.
The subtle changes drove his mates to madness.
So it was he was wandering through shops looking for something for the cubs
when he felt someone's hand on his ass. Now, this wasn't an unfamiliar thing,
both Grimmjow and Nnoitra were real perverts and would proceed to practically
molest him in the middle of a crowd (not that he ever complained too loudly),
so he hummed.
"Oi, hands off 'til we're home, pervert," he muttered and the hand squeezed. He
turned around and found himself looking at a shinigami he was unfamiliar with.
"The hell are you doing?" he asked, calmly, very glad he'd left Zangetsu home.
He was wearing a blue kimono and hakama today, his clothes having recently
acquired a bit of a unisex quality.
"Well, couldn't resist this handful, you see," he said, obviously trying to
sound flirty, his beady black eyes sending a shiver down Ichigo's spine. Nope.
He didn't like the guy. But he was going to wait. He was evil sometimes.
"I suggest you back off, or someone is going to remove that hand," he said
calmly, glancing around seeing Grimmjow and Stark arguing over some possible
clothes for the cubs.
The man squeezed harder, and Ichigo was thinking he was going to take off the
bastard's hand in a moment. "Oh, you're far too delicate to do such a thing."
That was it. Grimmjow and Stark had nothing on Ichigo when someone said that
shit. He grit his teeth, dropping the little outfit to the table. Instead he
smiled sweetly. "Well, why don't we find out, come on, big boy," he said,
waggling an eyebrow.
Grimmjow and Stark looked up to see Ichigo leading the unsuspecting shinigami
out the door, and telltale waggle of his hips made both of them sigh and follow
right after. This happened now and then. Ichigo was perfectly happy to have his
mates take care of perverts. But sometimes, one would really piss him off, and
then, well, they weren't there to keep the pervert in check, they were there to
keep Ichigo from killing someone. But it didn't mean they didn't enjoy the show
when their beta did something like this.
They watched with knowing smirks as Ichigo shoved the guy against the wall
roughly and looked him up and down. "Delicate, huh?" he asked the guy.
Grimmjow groaned outwardly. "Shit, he didn't say that…keep a look out for when
he snaps or we're going to be cleaning up the mess for a week."
Ichigo leaned forward, his hands running over his body softly, then one hand
curled around the neck. A subtle shift and black nails were digging into flesh
of the guy's neck and a red streaked mask was starting to cover half his face.
He held up another black clawed hand in front of his face. "You know who I am?"
The shinigami looked like a trapped animal, and shook his head. Grimmjow and
Stark groaned. What an idiot! No wonder the orange hair hadn't tipped the guy
off.
Grimmjow stood behind him and put his hands on his shoulders, dodging the
expected slashing blow from the free hand that wasn't wrapped around the guy's
neck. "Ichi…now now, we don't need to have a little bloodbath today…"
Ichigo fixed him with a stare and slashed again, this time cutting a deep swath
in Grimmjow's forearm. He stared at it and sighed. "You are so much trouble,
Ichigo Kurosaki!" he announced and kissed him on the neck.
He sighed and the mask faded, the claws receded, and he was still clutching the
neck of the guy in front of him. "Grimmy, see, I knew something, that's why I
left Zangetsu at home."
"I-Ichig-go?" the guy asked. "K-kurosaki?"
Ichigo grinned and tossed the annoying shinigami into the street, setting him
to roll about four times. He looked up at Grimmjow. "He called me delicate."
Grimmjow nodded. "I heard. Not too smart. Nothing delicate about you, berry
boy."
By the time the first anniversary came around, though those things had stopped
happening. Well, for the most part. Already tonight he'd sent three different
drunks flying out the door, one woman and two men, for trying to get in his
pants. And now he flopped down on a comfortable male body and sighed. He heard
his mates snickering and turned to see he'd landed in Renji's lap instead. He
frowned, looking at the very red faced red head. He shrugged and stayed put
anyway, getting a glance from Rukia that his drunk mind couldn't decipher.
All in all, it was a great anniversary!
OPTIONAL LEMON – No story impact whatsoever. If you enjoy, please do, if not,
skip to the end of the Optional Lemon section. J
Ichigo had already downed another bottle of sake singlehandedly when he felt
himself being lifted up. He stumbled, giggling. He looked up to see a leering
Grimmjow holding him up.
"Ichi, we got a surprise for ya! Come on!"
He hiccupped and stumbled with Grimmjow, and looked around, wondering where the
others had gone. He grinned. For his surprise, no doubt! He wondered what it
would be. Finally they were back at their house and Grimmjow steered him into
the bedroom, where he giggling fell into the enormous bed they had (it had to
fit five after all).
He felt hands on his face and he turned his head into a passionate kiss, but he
frowned. It didn't taste right. And wait, it didn't feel right. This mouth was
much too small. He blinked and his eyes cleared as he saw raven hair. He gasped
and pulled away to see an entirely nude Rukia in his bed. His drunk mind
flipped around and he saw Grimmjow leaning against the doorframe with a grin.
Then he felt hands running up his back and he moaned to feel someone kissing on
his back, but was surprised when a fall of bright red hair cascaded over his
shoulder. He turned to see Renji over his back.
He practically started off the bed, falling back into a set of arms, and looked
up to see he'd landed in Stark's.
"Wha…I know I'm drunk, but I'm not hallucinating drunk. Why is there a naked
Rukia and Renji in our bed?" he stammered.
Nnoitra placed a kiss on his neck surprising him. "Don't you like our gift to
ya?"
"It is really for them too, a thank you from last you, if you will, Ichigo,"
Ulquiorra said from his other side.
"But..but…"
Grimmjow smirked. "And we get to watch, so go have fun, berry boy."
With that, he was shoved forward onto the bed, and somehow, his mates had
managed to strip his clothes off in the process, though he couldn't for the
life of him remember when or how they did it. This is why he never drank sake.
Dammit!
But soon, his lips were captured by Renji's domineering ones and he groaned
into them, feeling Rukia's small hands on him. He'd know they were together for
the last few months, but he never expected this…
"Ichigo, you sure?" Renji whispered in his ear. "I mean, I know we're a little
drunk, but I don't think we could give in to this otherwise…"
Ichigo turned to stare in those dark eyes and growled. "Fuck yes…"
Renji grinned. Before long, tiny hands were encircling his arousal as Renji
worked magic with his mouth up and down his back and neck. He was writhing in
pleasure as Rukia's mouth suddenly enveloped him. He gasped as he saw her raven
head bob down on him. Then he felt Renji behind him, slowly teasing the flesh
of his perineum and his entrance with slick fingers. He groaned at the not
unfamiliar stimulation.
"You fuck her," Renji purred. "While I fuck you into oblivion."
He gaped for a minute. "But, I've never…uh…"
Rukia came up with a pop, eyes wide. "Oh my, well, so I do get to take some
part of your virginity after all," she said with a sultry voice.
Ichigo blushed again, but it might have been the sake, he wasn't sure. He had
never been "gay" or "straight" after all. But he just hadn't had sex before his
experience with his mates. So he was curious of course, as he doubted any of
his mates would ever let him top. So this was really a unique opportunity. He
felt a finger slide into him and he groaned, arching back. Rukia moved with
purpose, pulling him over her. He found himself fondling the small breasts and
amazed at how the flesh rolled under his hands.
He reached his hand down, running nervous fingers down into her wetness and was
so surprised at how damp and warm it was. Before he even knew it, Renji had
shoved him forward, and he found himself grinding a very hard arousal against
her hip bone. He moaned as he pushed up with his arms, and she nodded to him as
he slid himself into the warm moisture. His eyes bugged at the sensation. It
was warm and wet and felt like silk around him. Then he was pressed all the way
in as he felt Renji's throbbing arousal against his own entrance, and without a
second warning, he was sheathed.
Ichigo was beside himself. Suddenly, and quite accidently, Renji brushed his
sweet spot, sending him into a low throaty moan. Renji's head popped up,
looking at the espada who nodded knowingly. He frowned and angled again, and
pressed against that soft spongy place. Again, he felt the world blank, and he
sunk deeper into the warmth below him. Before long, Renji picked up a steady
rhythm that was rocking him forward, and into Rukia, who's hips were rising
from the bed to meet him. It was almost like he didn't have to do anything,
like Renji was the one fucking Rukia through his body. It was maddening!
He felt something hard rubbing against him and he wondered if that was a
sensitive spot for Rukia, so he snaked a hand down, and at the top of the
entrance there was a smooth little nub of flesh. He almost couldn't stay in
contact with it with the speed Renji was slamming into him. But he managed, and
soon enough, Rukia was writhing and moaning under him until she clamped down on
him with a long low moan. He felt himself go as soon as she did, eyes rolling
into his head as Renji slammed into his prostate and released himself. The rush
was heady and it seemed to have burned away most the sake. He groaned and
rolled out from between them and onto his back.
Of course, not to be outdone, he was promptly pounced by Grimmjow and Nnoitra.
They grinned at him, and glanced at Rukia and Renji who were coiled around each
other, now watching the two former espada, licking and sucking on Ichigo's
spent body. Soon enough Stark and Ulquiorra made their way to the bed, adding
their own hands and mouths to the mix. Renji and Rukia watched, wide eyed as
all four attacked Ichigo at various points, sucking and licking him until he
was moaned and obviously once more aroused.
They leaned back, Renji pulling Rukia into his lap against his freshly
hardening cock. In a minute he wouldn't be able to help it, watching the four
alphas rile up their beta. Finally, Grimmjow had enough playing and lifted
Ichigo up bodily, Ichigo instantly wrapping legs around him, as he roughly
seated him on his own cock. Ichigo released a pained and pleasured moan. "Fuck,
Grimmjow! Give me a minute…"
Nnoitra was behind him, six arms now caressing. "Nah, Ichi, you don't need a
minute tonight," he said, biting at his neck and seating himself into him
beside Grimmjow. He arched his back into Nnoitra's hands and screamed out in
more than a little pain at the sudden intrusion. "Dammit!" he growled.
Stark was beside him, kissing him. "Ah, pobrecito, you know you love it rough…"
His hand snuck between Grimmjow and Ichigo to begin pumping away at him as
Nnoitra and Grimmjow set up a rocking pattern between each other, alternating
brushing his sweet spot each time, sending him into a mewling mess of moans,
all swallowed by Stark's kisses. Then a hard thrust sent him off the mouth and
he growled and sunk his teeth into Grimmjow's shoulder. Grimmjow responded with
a growl of his own and thrust in even harder as blood ran down his front.
Stark smiled. "Grimmjow has first blood tonight!"
And with that, they brought Ichigo around again, pulling his orgasm free and
both sending off into him with a brilliant burst of reiatsu twining together.
Ichigo was getting tired but he felt a mouth on his as soon as he was pulled
off Grimmjow and Nnoitra. Ulquiorra had taken a spot between his legs and was
quickly awakening his arousal as Grimmjow and Nnoitra lazed on the other side
of the bed. Meanwhile, he was lifted up and Stark was behind him now. He
groaned and leaned back against the brunette primera, but was shoved forward to
his hands and knees, where he was met with Ulquiorra's cock. He reached out and
greedily sucked it into his mouth moaning as Stark slammed into him.
Renji couldn't stand it anymore, he lifted Rukia up and slid her down on him,
letting her ride him as they watched. He leaned back, hands plat, legs out as
she slowly rode up and down, using her hands on his knees to support her.
Neither one could take their eyes off the scene before them as Ichigo screamed
a muffled release around Ulquiorra.
When all was said and done, there was a heap of very sweaty, very exhausted
arrancar and shinigami in the bed when the door was opened the next morning by
Halibel. She blinked, ushered her fraccion and the cubs out, saying something
about going to the garden for a few hours.
END OPTIONAL LEMON – If you read, hope you enjoyed the little thing. Less of a
three some, more of an orgy. *shrugs* Ah well.
Two Years later
Ichigo sat in the grass and watched the four cubs scamper and play. They'd
grown so much in that time, equivalent to a five year old child. And they were
being chased by Nel, as usual. Nel, though, had recovered her memory and
somehow had retained the ability to shift between a child and a grown woman. He
glanced down beside him at the wiggling one year old beside him. The bright red
hair was a giveaway, but the tiny petite features were too. He looked up at
Rukia and Renji, making out like teenagers while Ichigo watched over the baby.
She was sleeping, but Ichigo didn't mind. After all, his were old enough now to
nearly be independent. Well, by hollow standards anyway.
He looked up to see Stark, who now wore a captain's haori, the Taichou of the
Hollow division. Shinji had become his fuku-taichou for division fourteen.
Technically, Ichigo was the co-taichou. They had decided that the divison
should have one arrancar and one vizard work together, and what better choice
than a mated pair. Halible had taken the co fuku-taichou position, but was out
now due to her fraccion Apaci being heavy with cub at the moment.
Then he sighed deeply and smelled the musk of his mates growing stronger. He
growled and Grimmjow, Stark, and Nnoitra's heads all shot up from whatever they
had been doing. Ichigo felt the keening purr emit from his throat and a flush
assail his body. Last time, his heat had been triggered artificially by his
hollow. This time, this was a normal one. The cubs were big enough to be on
their own, and his body was ready to go again.
He snarled, and saw Stark was the closest. He jumped and began to attack him
with little thought, a dance as old as time to determine the stronger of the
two of them. Stark smiled, breathing in the pheromones deeply. It seemed Ichigo
had chosen him for this round. They had promised, no matter what, to let Ichigo
choose only two of them. He was too kind and loving to give up any cubs.
Renji and Rukia picked up their little bundle as Nnoitra gathered up the other
four cubs, ushering them away, as Ichigo pounced his mate and they both tumbled
to the floor in a confusion of limbs. Of course, Stark ended up on top.
Chapter End Notes
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