This is a standalone story, so you can read this without having read Invaders, though I'd appreciate it if you did. (Shameless self-promotion)

Life existed elsewhere in the universe.

Far from the Milky Way was another one - the Asurya galaxy- that bore sentient life on the planet of Alma. Alma was made up of more water than Earth with 90% instead of 70% leaving less land for life to live on, luckily Alma had three moons, two of which supported life with the help of the intelligent lifeforms that called the moons home.

On the moon of Seireitei was where the Cerebros lived, a telepathic species governed by a monarch and his descendants until the time possibly came where the people wished for a new leader and bloodline, The Seireitei government was transparent, allowing its people to know what was going on at all times by broadcasting live-feeds of conferences and publishing any and all new discoveries. Despite any strict laws that governed them, the people of Seireitei enjoyed their peace and pursuits of higher knowledge and ease of life.

The beings on the moon of Hueco Mundo were far different from the Cerebros. The Qitrudu Zikarus, as they were known, were a race devoted to strength and survival of the fittest as displayed by their four arms, sharp pointed teeth, and venom-filled tails. Their government was a dictatorship governed by the single leader and despite the people's hate of the many laws the government only made more to keep them in line; the Qitrudu Zikarus eventually just learned to live with the laws.

Despite their differences, the Cerebros and Qitrus worked together and even shared the little bit of land on the watery planet of Alma for agricultural means and the breeding and raising of their meat bearing animals and humans which they took for pets among other things...

On Hueco Mundo, in the town of Zardula

On the day that marked his brother's departure, Pantera found it hard to awaken. He was snug and comfortable under his blanket with the dull sounds of activity outside his window lulling him. It wasn't until there was a dull thump outside his door that he opened his eyes. With a gasp, he looked at the time and darted from his bed; Grimmjow was leaving in less than 40 minutes and he'd had yet to take a shower! He rushed from his room and unwittingly ran into his elder brother's back. He squeaked and apologized, but Grimmjow only laughed as he turned around to hug the younger, smaller Qitrudu Zikaru and run his fingers through tangled blue locks.

Pantera and his brother looked very similar with the only differences being in their shape and mannerisms. Pantera was short for both his age and species -only about 5'7"- and scrawny where his brother bulged with muscle and stood about 6'6" in height. Pantera also wore his blue hair wavy and long enough to cover his rump and the base of his venomless tail while Grimmjow's was shorn short for the voyage though he usually wore it in tousled spikes. Pantera was also less tan, though that was due to him not going outside very often; too dangerous.

Pantera snuggled into his brother's embrace, but then gasped and squirmed away to get to the bathroom, needing to get ready. Already bare, as it was unheard of to wear clothes to bed in the hotter months, he tapped the control panel to get the water running and jumped under the spray. He scrubbed where necessary and applied the barest of swipes to his privy parts before turning on the drying setting and then hopping out, his hair still damp.

Grimmjow was in his path again as he left the bathroom, though this time on purpose as he held a brush and only a long cloth that was the customary garment and no underwear as it was forbidden by law to wear. Pantera smiled and tied the cloth about his waist so that the knot ad extra length concealed his genitals before his brother took hold of one of his four arms and led him towards the kitchen of their small home. He was made to sit at the table where a simple breakfast of toast, soosun eggs and roasted ourhan grubs as well as a glass of "milk" awaited him.

The "milk" he took a sip of as his brother began brushing his hair was actually the semen of human males. While it was a treat to the inhabitants of their sister moon, the Cerebros of Seireitei, it had a much more productive purpose to his kind. It staved off the voracious libido that his government had inflicted on the people of Hueco Mundo, making their cravings for sex high and the actual act brutal and animalistic in its mindlessness. Touching someone's genitals typically resulted in such a horrible need to fuck or be fucked that nothing mattered; not where you were; not who you were with; not whether you were causing pain and harm to the person you were with. Grimmjow made his little brother drink a glass before he ever went out and Pantera endeavored to continue the practice even after his brother had left the planet.

The brushing was done by the time Pantera was done eating so he went to strap on his sandals while Grimmjow shoved something to eat in his mouth and went to grab his bag of gear. When they were finished, they headed out.

The Star Ship Los Lobos was docked at the transport plaza a mere 30 minutes away, making for a long and enjoyable walk. Grimmjow's two right hands gripped Pantera's left ones as they silently enjoyed their last moments together.

Zardula, Pantera's home city, wasn't made like most and looked primitive when compared to the cities of Seireitei, or Hueco Mundo's capital, Mahapura, where their planetary leader lived. The roads were mostly dirt, the only paved roads being in the high traffic areas like the market and the only vehicles ever seen were those transporting large amounts of goods; in all, the people usually walked everywhere. The homes were simple, yet expertly designed, built with good materials and painted with bright colors. Knobby trees with deep purple or teal-colored leaves shaded the roads where possible or merely decorated grassy lawns. The green mountains that protected them on the west side were easy to see on such a clear day and a landlocked lake was to the east, though it could not be seen for the forest and buildings blocking it. Other Qitrus, all of them tall, muscular, or both, bustled about doing their jobs or just wandering.

A loud groan made Pantera flush and Grimmjow covered the smaller Qitru's eyes so that he wouldn't have to see whomever was rutting on the ground beneath some trees a few yards off. There was a growl of completion making Pantera blush harder, but then it ended allowing the usual sounds of nature and the hustle and bustle of the town reign uninterrupted once more, Grimmjow uncovered his eyes. Pantera smirked as he sidestepped a puddle of dried semen that awaited the rains to wash it away; his brother was so protective of him.

They unconsciously walked slower as they neared the dock and his brother's grip was becoming painful. Grimmjow sighed. "I really wish that you could come with me."

Pantera's smile was small. "It's alright, big brother, I'll be fine."

"I wish I could believe that, I really do, but I could barely keep those creepy bastards who want you at bay; they'll come out of the woodwork once they catch wind that I've left the system and you've been left unattended. Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have let you convince me not to find someone to look out for you!"

Pantera patted his arm. "I can handle myself, Jow-Jow," he murmured, using the childish nickname that the elder hated. He squealed when Grimmjow growled and nipped at him in warning. Batting his face away, Pantera darted forward down the hill they were descending making Grimmjow shout and chase after him. "You worry too much, big brother!" he shouted back, breathless already.

"Only because I care!" Grimmjow shouted back. They reached the bottom of the hill and were well within sight of the Los Lobos by the time Grimmjow managed to grab his brother's tail and yank him into his arms. Cackling loudly, he smashed a kiss to Pantera's temple and released him.

Panting, the younger Qitru smoothed his hair and tucked it behind his ears as he looked at the ship his brother would be leaving in. It was small but that was a deception brought on by Cerebro technology. The ship was actually quite large (About as large as a small town, rumor said) but a matter minimizer gave it the small shape that it had at that point in time, and the minimizer even shrunk anyone and anything that went into the shup to the size of a small stone, and there was a failsafe put in place that would turn everything back to its original size should anything go awry. Pantera briefly felt the desire to learn more about the ship, the technology, space travel- everything! - but he squashed it quickly; the government would never give someone like him- weak, passive, innocent- the leave to pursue such a venture. No, someone like him was nothing more than a breeder to his government, or at best a teacher to the young, but never a soldier, a scientist, or a merchant. That's why he couldn't go with Grimmjow on this, possibly, two-year expedition to conquer the human home world of Earth that the Prince of Seireitei himself would be leading. Pantera could only stay home and either hope to either still be without a seeder or at least have a nice mate by the time his brother returned.

Fingers flicking his nose woke him from his thoughts. He smirked sheepishly at his brother who grinned back. "Man, I wish I could take you with me."

"It's fine," Pantera assured once more, giving the elder a gentle shove in the direction of the shop. "Now go on and conquer a planet."

"Heh, sure. Heck, I'll even get you a pet."

His golden eyes widened. "A pet human?" he whispered in awe. "But aren't wild humans supposed to be smarter than the ones born and raised on Alma?"

"Nah, they ain't that smart."

"But what if they are, Grimmjow? It wouldn't be right to just be taking them as pets like that."

That remark earned him another flick. "Thinking like that will get you in trouble. Humans ain't that smart if they're destroying their own planet, killing each other over petty things when there are more important issues for them to worry over, and popping out more babies than they care to care about. We're doing them a favor, saving them from themselves."

"All while getting the things we want and need?" Semen, metals, land, and an outpost on that corner of the universe came to mind.

Grimmjow sniffed. "Never said saving them came free."

Pantera laughed as the older bluenet shot him a cocky, sharp-toothed grin. He hugged him one last time before shoving him towards the ship. "Go on, before they leave you."

"Heh, alright, alright. Oh, here." He dug into his small duffle and pulled out a blanket that Pantera was sure he'd seen stowed away for the winter months once before. Grimm held it out to him. "I could tell you to head straight home, but I know you'll just sit here until the ship takes off, so you might as well be comfortable."

Pantera took it and nuzzled his face into it as he stared up at his brother, thanking him.

"Yeah, yeah, but you'd better head straight home once we're out of sight, Tera. No exceptions and no detours, yah hear me?"

"Yes, big brother. I love you."

Grimmjow kissed him once more. "I love you too."

Pantera watched him walk off and board the ship along with many other males before he laid out the blanket and took a seat. Nearly an hour of watching the ship being loaded and then preparation being done passed before the thrusters engaged and it lifted off. He stood and waved needlessly as it took off.

The warmth of tears falling brought him back to his senses and he scrubbed them away quickly before gathering his blanket and walking home in silence. He passed by maybe two more couples rutting under the shade of the trees and broke into a sprint to pass one lone male looking for a hole to fill; what an unusually lusty day. With all the running, his trip home went by a little faster. He was breathless and ready to get into his house by the time he made it back to the main road.

His welcoming front door was within view when someone stepped in front of him. "Hello there, Pantera."

The small Qitru nearly jumped out of his skin and looked up at the speaker. He swallowed thickly. "C-Cirucci…"

The tall, slender, Qitru had a sultry smirk plastered on his face as he gazed down at Pantera with lavender almond-shaped eyes. His long, purple hair was pulled into a ponytail that spiraled at the end into a large ringlet shape. His long torso tapered off into a V and his white and black trimmed sarong hung low on his hips, secured by a knot on his hip, partially concealing his tail which was coiled around the leg that peeked past the fabric. Cirucci was one of those creeps that Grimmjow had kept an eye on. Originally, Cirucci had gone after Pantera's brother wanting to become his breeder, but when all his efforts were rebuked, he turned his attention and affection onto Pantera, hoping to become his seeder. Grimmjow usually scared him off, but with the larger bluenet gone, Cirucci could pursue Pantera without hindrance.

Pantera clutched his blanket close and took a wary step back, but Cirucci took a few steps towards him and captured him in a tight hold with his nose planted in the bluenet's hair. He inhaled Pantera's scent deeply before kissing his head and running two hands down Pantera's back to cup his round bum. "Poor little Tera, all alone now. You must be so sad."

Pantera shook his head furiously.

"Aw, you don't have to hide it, it's okay. I'll take care of you."

Pantera shook his head. "No, I'm fine."

Cirucci laughed. A creepy laugh despite it's almost melodical tone. "You're so cute."

"I… I want to go inside now."

Cirucci smiled, taking he statement as an invitation rather than the dismissal that it was.

"S-So," Pantera mumbled and tried to pull out of his grip, "bye, Cirucci."

The purple-haired Qitru frowned. "Aw, pushing me away already?"

"I have to clean, and… and," he trailed off, running out of excuses.

"Well, then, I'll just have a seat and stay out of your way until you're done. And then afterwards we can have some fun," he offered giving Pantera's bum a rough squeeze.

Pantera yelped and jumped free from the grasp, but the pushy creep only reached back and gave it a good smack. "Eeep! Please stop!" He wished he could call for help, but who other than his brother would assist him? Passersby paid no mind, and passing police would see no reason to stop Cirucci as it'd been decades since rape was considered a lawfully punishable offense. Pantera could only help himself.

He smacked away grabby hands. "N-No! D-Don't touch me!" his voice was barely a harsh whisper.

Cirucci made to grab him again, but Pantera stayed out of reach. "Aw, don't be like that, my pretty boy."

"I-I-I'm not yours, Cirucci. Why won't you leave me alone?"

"Because I want you, simple as that."

"But I don't want you."

Cirucci scoffed. "As if that matters. Now be a good breeder and let me in."

"No!"

"Pantera."

"I said no!" Tears burst from his eyes and he hugged the blanket tighter to his chest. "Do what my brother told you and stop coming near his house! That's an order from a lieutenant!" Weaving quickly by the other male, he ran into the house and locked himself inside before he fell to the floor and cried; sobbing into the thick comforter. It hadn't been an hour since his brother left and already bad things were happening; at this rate how would he last the two years his brother was scheduled to be gone?

When strength returned to his limbs, he pushed himself up to his feet, and we to his room to finish his cry.

He woke up later when the sun was in midfall and beginning to hide behind Alma which took up a nice chunk of the sky at the moment. Reluctantly, he got up from his bed, groaning at the stiffness in his arms from being trapped under his chest, still clutching the blanket, for hours. His sarong slipped from his hips as he stood and he let it, perfectly fine with being naked in his own home: who wasn't? Hunger gnawed at his stomach, so he went to get a snack. He was cutting up a piece of fruit when the com in the living area chirped alerting him to a new message. He dropped the knife like it was hot and ran to the sunken living room to see the message, pressing the button that made a holo-screen pop up. His brother's face appeared in it.

"Hey, Tera," the recording started. "Captain's letting anyone with family back home send messages before we engage the hyper-drive, so yeah… it just proves that I have the best Captain ever. Hah hah hah. Well, anyway, this is probably the only message I'll be able to send for a while, not only because of the hyper-drive and the distance, but because the government still hasn't decided whether or not to allow it: the pricks. I'm trying not to let it get to me, but it's utter bullshit, yah know? The Cerebros are going to set up comms as soon as they're able once we land on Earth, but-" Grimmjow trailed off as he sighed, and the leather of the chair he was sitting in creaked as he shifted a little. "Anyway, I mostly wanted to tell you the same things I've already said. Take care of yourself, take care of the house. Don't get all depressed and let your plants die, because that'll just make you more depressed."

Pantera giggled.

"Uh, drink you 'milk', don't let any creeps like Cirucci or Arronniero hassle you and make sure they know that they're still banned from coming near my house even if I'm off planet. Oh, and watch out for newcomers, since they usually pop up this time of year."

Someone off-screen warned Grimm of how little time he had left.

"Yeah, yeah," the blue-haired lieutenant dismissed. "Well, I love you, Tera, and I miss you already. Bye."

The holo-screen switched to a menu giving Pantera to delete, save, or replay the message, and he saved the message before turning the holo-screen off, leaving the room darker. Sniffling, this time from happy tears, he got up and headed back to the kitchen to finish his snack before tending to his plants in the space between the tiny foyer and the living area, and retreating back to his room.

(And another Shameless Self-promotion) I have a GrimmjowXOC one-shot story I wrote like five or so months ago that has received no love. Mind checking it out? It's called "A Game A Deal A Hunger"