Full of Lies

A Bleach Mpreg Fanfic

Summary: Ichigo is a neko butler for the Kuchiki family, in love with his master's brother in law, his sister's husband. He is given to Grimmjow Jeagerjaques as a gift as their companies merge together. He soon learns that he is no longer a butler, but Grimmjow's pet.

Chapter 1

The windows rattled as the storm raged outside, footsteps a low click beneath all the noise. Ichigo walked down the long hallway, his eyes staring forward stoically. His eyebrows were pulled together in a frown, but his lips remained straight. Anybody would wonder if he was walking in an abandoned house, no lights on besides the lit candle in his hand. His butler uniform was finely pressed, his orange hair wore long in a low ponytail. Any rebellious spikes were held down by gel and cat ears were kept trimmed, his appearance neat and clean.

He stopped in front of a red door, raising a gloved hand and knocking on the door. The knock was lost in the rattling of the windows and thunder, the door opened after a few silent moments. Ichigo looked down, Rukia Kuchiki standing in the doorway with a frown on her lips. She was a short stout woman with straight black hair that was cut at her shoulders. She was his master's sister, Ichigo bowing in her presence.

"What do you need?" She asked, Ichigo standing up straight. Her eyes were alert but he could see that he had woken her from her sleep. She had known him since they were both small children, Ichigo having been her companion after her sister's death. Now, he was her family's butler, Ichigo moving the candle to his left hand and putting his right to his chest and bowing.

"Your brother wishes to have a word with you." Rukia nodded, opening the door fully. Ichigo turned, leading her to her brother's study. Rukia was silent behind him, Ichigo's eyes looking to the reflection in the glass as they passed by a window. She was looking at the window's, day dreaming of what it would be like outside when the rain stopped no doubt. Ichigo, from the time he knew her, had learned that she yearned to be outside. The indoors seemed like a burden to her, a cage she didn't want to be in.

With him, she practiced fencing to make up for the time her brother wouldn't let her spend outside. Ichigo was far better than her in power and skill, but she had her own strengths that made her a worthy opponent. He was honored to be called her friend. He looked away from the glass, looking only forward as he navigated through the endless halls they had ventured as children.

But one thing wasn't right. Friends didn't lust after each other's lovers. He was by no means a saint, but he had set many boundaries when it was apparent he was not as high of a status as her. He was an adopted neko companion and she was an adopted royal. Two very different lives. And they should have two very different lover's.

Ichigo stopped in front of her brother's office, knocking once.

"Come in." Ichigo opened the door, letting Rukia enter before closing the door behind her. He did not listen in the conversation, turning around and walking back down the hall. He walked to the kitchen, putting out the candle since the bustling room was already lit with the large electric lights they had installed not long ago. They used to be smaller. A dozen neko's were preparing dinner, a supposed surprise guest coming today. Ichigo put the candle down next to another on a table, walking through the many bodies like they weren't even there.

"Ichigo." He stopped in his steps, turning around and looking to a blonde haired neko named Shinji that was cutting up some lettuce for a salad. Ichigo remembered when he had first came here, his hair had been long back then. It symbolized how many years you served in a household or had worked in a business. Neko's in general weren't a lower species than their human counterparts, having jobs and families, but to not be confused, they had adopted different traditions and culture. A lot served in households in this part of town because the people were rich and paid a lot. If they had lived in the city, Ichigo would have probably been a cop.

Shinji's hair was short now, Ichigo looking down to his large grin. He was new here, Ichigo having become friends with him since he first came here two weeks ago. He nodded.

"I heard the special guest is going to be given one of us as a gift. Who do you think it'll be?" He asked, Ichigo about to answer. The kitchen doors were thrown open, everyone looking to Rukia as she ran through the kitchen and out the back door into the storage. Ichigo smelled her tears, Shinji looking back to him with a frown, going back to work.

"Check up on her, you already know how heartless her brother can be sometimes," Shinji told him, Ichigo nodding. He lit another candle and walked into the storage room, closing the door behind him. He heard small sniffles, Ichigo staying where he stood. She would speak to him when she was ready.

"Ichigo, why did you become my friend?" Ichigo wanted to wince a little at that one, not wanting to tell her that in all honesty he was being paid to in the beginning. But there was more after that he knew, the money was just a benefit to the friendship they had created. He decided to think beyond the money.

"Because you didn't pull on my ears." He heard Rukia chuckle softly, hearing a throaty snort that was far from lady like. Her brother would have been disgusted but Ichigo wasn't. She did that whenever she was crying. He sometimes wished he didn't know that fact.

"What would you say if I told you we couldn't be friends anymore?" She asked, Ichigo not fully understanding that question. They were not having an affair, he was gay and wouldn't even dream of what was beneath her clothes. Their friendship didn't hinder any of their lives and Byakuya did not mind it. In fact, Ichigo was sure he was friends with him too, he was just always too cold to actually show much emotion.

"I would say that I understand." Rukia cried even harder at his reply, Ichigo rather confused at this. He didn't realise what she really meant with those words.

:::+:::

"Sh!" Ichigo shushed as Renji groaned against his neck, Ichigo's legs locked around his waist as his arms were wrapped around his neck. His uniform was scattered on the floor, his hair pulled from it's low ponytail and carelessly falling over his back and shoulders. Renji groaned again, Ichigo putting a hand over his mouth as he grit his teeth. He felt so hot, Renji's member deep inside him as he stilled, Ichigo kissing his lips when he came with a small whimper. He was sweating all over as Renji put him down, his legs shaking a little.

"God Ichigo I love you," Renji panted against his lips as he pulled out, thrusting his fingers inside. Ichigo's breath hitched, Renji kissing his neck before pulling away completely.

"Take a bath before going anywhere," Renji told him as he pulled on his pants, Ichigo nodding as he used a tissue to clean himself out so his cum wouldn't stain his clothing. Renji buckled up his pants, slicking back his hair before putting on his shirt. Ichigo put his pants on, fixing himself and wiping away some sweat. He put on the rest of his uniform, putting his hair in a low ponytail. Renji walked over, kissing his lips. Ichigo melted into it, gasping when Renji grabbed his groin.

"I'll see you after dinner," he told him in a heated whisper, leaving the closet they had fucked in. Ichigo waited a little while as he tried to feel his legs again, walking out five minutes later. He walked quickly down the hallway, making sure he wasn't seen as he entered into his room. It was on the higher floors instead of under, Ichigo glad for that. Being friends with Rukia had many benefits.

He instantly felt guilt when he felt his body ache, pressing his back against his door. He couldn't believe himself, Ichigo growling low in his throat before marching to his bathroom. He stripped naked, stepping into the shower. He turned on the water, moving his head back so his ears wouldn't get wet. He sighed, closing his eyes.

He and Renji had been in love since they met each other in the orphanage. Ichigo had known him from birth it seemed, Ichigo remembering the time they lost their virginities to each other. He tilted his head back a little, remembering when he had licked a trail up his neck after asking him if he could taste what he tasted like. They had been so insecure and lost, Ichigo leaning back against the wall when he felt his hands slide up his thighs. He shivered, pushing a finger inside his body. He felt the cum inside his body, Ichigo opening his eyes.

Renji was Rukia's. Not his. Now only if he could stop.

He cleaned himself out and cleaned his body, making sure his scent did not linger on him. He got out the shower, looking to the clock. He had fifteen minutes till he had to be in the dining room. He went over to his closet, taking out a new uniform. He dried his hair before putting it on, going back into his bathroom. He slicked gel through his hair, brushing it back before putting it into a low ponytail. He put his shoes on and left his room, heading towards the dining room.

He entered just a few minutes before Byakuya did, looking over the table and making sure everything was placed correctly. He fixed a spoon that was tilted too much to the right, Shinji giving him a thumbs up before disappearing back into the kitchen.

He stood straight in front of the table as Byakuya and Rukia walked into the room, Ichigo not daring to look to the side and see who else followed behind them. He saw blue in his peerview vision though and his eyes itched to look and see who it was. He controlled himself though, him and another butler pulling out the chairs for them. The guest waved off the butler who tried to pull out his chair, all three standing in front of the table once again. They bowed, the chefs coming out with the food.

"Dinner is served. Enjoy." Ichigo rose up, his eyes momentarily meeting with sharp blue eyes. He felt a shiver crawl up his spine, looking straight once again. The three turned to leave, Ichigo stopping when Byakuya told him to stay. Ichigo did not know why, never having been told to do something like that. They usually preferred to eat in silence and alone, Ichigo going back to where he originally stood. He felt eyes dig into his body.

"Mr. Jeagerjaques, I am glad that you could attend our dinner." Ichigo could see black in the corner of his eye, glancing quickly. Mr. Jeagerjaques must of been rich because two bodyguards stood at the doors, Ichigo looking straight once again. Something did not feel right about this and that made Ichigo uneasy, controlling his tail that twitched a little. It was less kept then the rest of his hair, Rukia liking how it was poofy but smooth to the touch.

"I am pleased as well. Though I have to ask, what is it you wish to give me?" Ichigo looked to Rukia when she dropped her fork, Ichigo walking over and picking it up. Rukia's hands were shaking, Ichigo's lips pulling down into a frown. He made sure to wipe away the expression when he stood, replacing it with a clean fork.

"Thank you," Rukia told him softly, Ichigo bowing. He gave the fork to a chef that came out with desert. He put it in his pocket, Ichigo going back to where he naturally stood. Byakuya had ignored Rukia's small act, Ichigo breathing deeply.

"I wish to give you one of my butler's. I want to welcome to this new world with gifts," Byakuya told him, Ichigo looking to Rukia once again when he smelled tears. She hid them with her napkin, Ichigo rather confused.

What had Byakuya said to upset her so?

"Ichigo Kurosaki is one of my best butler's. He has been a friend of my family for many years." Ichigo's eyes wanted to look to Byakuya with disbelief but did not look away from the blank spot of wall above their heads. He felt two pairs of eyes bore into him. Rukia stood up, slamming down her fork before leaving the room. Byakuya didn't even seem to notice.

"He is a close friend of my sister especially. She will miss him, but all cords need to be cut eventually." Ichigo's hands clenched into fists, Ichigo wanting to growl at Byakuya for making Rukia cry. He didn't care if he had to switch jobs, he didn't even care who he would be given too. But, no one made Rukia cry.

"Ichigo you may leave now. Pack all of your belongings, you will be leaving with Mr. Jeagerjaques tonight." Ichigo bowed, turning around and following where Rukia had went. Instead of finding her he bumped into Shinji, his eyes sympathetic.

"I am so sorry Ichigo," he told him, Ichigo gracing him with one of his rare smirks. He never did know when he stopped smiling.

"You did nothing wrong. May I ask you a favor one last time Shinji?" Ichigo headed to his room as Shinji went looking for Rukia with a message, Ichigo not having all that much. He packed his uniforms, a few pictures of his family back in the suburbs, other friends he hadn't seen in many years. He packed away a stuffed bear he had gotten from his mother, and a few hair and body products and brushes. He had some other clothes, clothing from his teenage years. He was twenty one now and doubted they would fit but put them in there too.

He picked up his two bags, walking over to the door. He stopped, looking over his shoulder. This had been his room for thirteen years. Ichigo frowned, looking away from it and down to his shoes. He had blocked a lot of what he felt out, but now that he was acknowledging it, it felt so off. It was like he was going to go to another world with nothing to protect himself.

He shook away the thought, opening the door and leaving his room. He walked into the hallway and down the stairs, stopping at the doorway. A butler he never really got to know bowed to him, Ichigo bowing back.

"Bye my friend."

Ichigo was suddenly afraid, a feeling he hadn't known since his mother's death.

Author's note: New story, hoped you like it so far!