Ichigo sat in silence as three sets of eyes moved to watch him. Taking a deep breath he closed his amber eyes, trying to process everything he'd just heard. He couldn't deny that what Grimmjow had said was true now, that journal made sure of that. It recounted things just the way Grimmjow said they happened and it made him angry to think that any of it was true. He still didn't understand how he was the reincarnation of his ancestor but it was just another thing he'd have to ask about later.
Taking another deep breath he opened his eyes and looked at his father and both mentors. He stood from his seat and gave them all a nod before also leaving the Shoten, cloaking his reiatsu for good measure. He'd learned things in the two and a half years since Aizen's defeat, this was one of his friend's and family's least loved abilities he'd gained. Taking off to find a place to think on his own, Ichigo chose a huge tree on the edge of the tree line close to the city limits. Leaping up into one of the branches he didn't notice the azure eyes that followed him from afar as he settled into one of the larger branches. He laid on his back and stared up into the night sky to watch the stars. Eventually he decided to slip into his inner world and discuss the situation with the other parts of his soul.
Appearing in his sideways inner world, Ichigo sat on the glass window pane underneath him to orient himself. Standing up he turned in the direction the other two parts of his soul liked to dwell in, finding them with relative ease. Meeting up with Zangetsu was the same every time; they acknowledged the other with a tilt of the head and the occasional smile. Greeting Shiro was another fiasco entirely. Some days the lunatic Hollow would sneak attack him, while some days he lazed around until the orangette roused him into a wakeful state.
Today it seemed that Shiro was rather flustered, pacing back and forth while gripping his bleach white hair while Zangetsu also appeared a bit vexed. Curiously Ichigo walked up to the two sources of his power and plopped down onto one of the million mountains of pillow Shiro had to lounge in and watched Shiro pace. After a few minutes of silence Ichigo finally piped up.
"What's wrong with Shiro?"
The Hollow turned to look at his King and sighed heavily, moving over to plop down right in Ichigo's lap. The orangette raised an eyebrow at the strange behavior but didn't comment; Shiro was never usually this touchy feely. Zangetsu moved off his usual perch and moved over to the edge of the building, gazing out over the city.
"We had a visitor not too long ago Ichigo." Zangetsu spoke up, not quite answering Ichigo's question, but finally addressing him and the situation.
"A visitor, in here? How?" The orangette asked in confusion, looking down at Shiro as the other snarled out quietly.
"Her name was Pantera and she had some interesting things to say." Zangetsu continued.
"Isn't that Grimmjow's zanpakuto?" Ichigo asked, almost to himself. He would never forget the Espada's release form, and he distinctly remembered the name of the man's zanpakuto.
"Indeed she is. She was here speaking with us as you were speaking with your elders and Grimmjow." The older looking spirit answered with a sigh, turning to face Ichigo and his inverted copy sitting in his lap.
"She is very charming." Zan commented as he moved closer to the pair. Shiro scoffed at the statement and gave the older a very plain expression.
"If ya call tha' charmin', I must be a fuckin wonderland fer ya." Shiro spoke for the first time since Ichigo arrived, the statement causing the orangette to snort in amusement.
"Well, what did this charming lady have to say?" Ichigo inquired, wanting to know what had Shiro and Zan so worked up.
"She basically told us tha same thing Grimm-kitty told ya out there 'cept she showed us. Did ya realize it's fuckin freaky as shit when ya get someone showin' up in yer home and forcin' images tha ain't yours in yer head? Well it fuckin' is and it hurts like a mutherfucker too!" Shiro said with quite a bit of vemon in his tone.
Ichigo had to hold in his laughter at his Hollow. He hadn't realized seeing Shiro practically pouting in his lap would be quite as hilarious as it was but gosh did he want to lose his shit in a giggling fit. He managed to stifle the urge though and chose to run a hand through the white hair in an effort to comfort the Hollow. He'd say it was quite the success when the usually volatile lunatic leaned into the touch and sighed again, this time in satisfaction.
"No, I didn't realize that something like that would be painful, but since you said she showed you the memories I can only guess that everything is true huh?" Ichigo asked in a soft tone as he continued to run his hand through Shiro's hair and watched Zangetsu sit in a chair that popped into existence at a thought from the other spirit.
"Yes indeed it is. I know you were looking for some kind of lie within the stories Ichigo, but she showed us her master's memories." Zangetsu confirmed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Ya look jest like yer ancestor Ichi." Shiro commented quietly from underneath Ichigo's hand, a defeated quality to his watery, eerie voice.
Ichigo stopped his hand and pulled back, leaning against the pillow to put some distance between the Hollow and himself, trying to get a good look at Shiro. He had never seen his bleached counterpart act like this and he was starting to get worried.
"Shiro, what the hell is wrong with you?" Ichigo asked, his face scrunching with concern.
Shiro cringed a bit at the question, Zangetsu turning to look away from Ichigo as well, not wanting to retell what happened to cause them both to act in such a manner. Finally Shiro turned to look Ichigo right in the eyes. His black on gold eyes striking even after seeing them a million times and Ichigo held his breath at the look in them.
"King no matter wha I tell ya, ya gotta know tha Ima always be yer horse 'nd it's mah job ta protect ya." Shiro told him seriously. Ichigo watching the man in what he felt was a very vulnerable moment and nodded his head when he was given an expectant look.
"Shiro what happ-"
"Ya look jest like yer ancestor." Ichigo was cut off as Shiro repeated his earlier statement. The golden eyes looked down into his lap as he continued elaborating this time.
"Ya jest dropped dead. Just like that. Ya know it's not like in tha movies? Ya were there one second and then ya were laying face first by Grimmjow's feet, and so much blood comin' from ya." Shiro's voice was quiet as he spoke, his pale hands actually trembling a bit.
Ichigo was shocked to see his Hollow acting like this. He'd always assumed the crazy albino was indifferent to his wellbeing and was constantly looking for an opening to take over his body, even after the agreement they'd coming to after defeating Aizen. Ichigo's amber eyes moved to Zangetsu and saw that the sword spirit was also quite affected by this; he assumed seeing Shiro like this didn't help Zan in the least.
"Hey, it's alright. It wasn't me, I'm right here." Ichigo said, running his hand through Shiro's hair once again.
"It was ya Ichi. It was ya." Shiro said convinced.
"It is a hard thing to see you having died and not being able to do anything to stop it, not being able to assist you in the least. Not only because it happened many, many years ago but because we also saw the images from Grimmjow's perspective." Zangetsu told Ichigo.
"King, he ain't lyin' ta ya. Ya marked him with yer reiatsu when ya died, I ain't sure if he realizes it er not but ya did. Tha's how he can tell yer the reincarnation of the past you. Ya basically marked him as yer mate." Shiro told his colorful version, looking back at the orangette to see his reaction.
Ichgio nodded his understanding. He knew from the conversation Shiro and he had discussing the affects being part Hollow had on Ichigo that marking someone as a mate meant that the bond went deeper than the physical and emotional. You tie your soul to another person's, though Ichigo hadn't realized it meant for eternity.
"So you're saying that he isn't an enemy and that I should give him a chance?" Ichigo asked the two of them; they already knew what answers he came here looking for. Zangetsu nodded while Shiro remained still.
"We felt the connection immediately when Pantera showed up here Ichigo." Zangetsu told him.
"She's fuckin gorgeous 'nd a spit fire." Shiro begrudgingly said.
"Calm, intelligent and wise. The power and command radiating off her was intoxicating." Zangetsu said, a faraway quality to his voice and he was amused that both his strong willed and powerful other halves were smitten by Grimmjow's spirit.
Sliding Shiro off his lap Ichigo stood. He laughed at the disgruntled look on his Hollow's face and walked to the edge of the building, ready to go back to the real world, he got the answer he'd come for. He was about to step off the edge when he heard Zangetsu's voice again.
"He isn't what he appears to be Ichigo. A large majority of what upset both Shiro and I, were Grimmjow's emotions attached to his memories." Ichigo turned his head to look at Zan.
"Did he love Ichigo Shiba?" Ichigo asked.
Zangetsu only stared at him, not answering. Ichigo nodded and stepped off the edge, falling for a bit and reopening his eyes in the world of the Living. Sighing as he sat up Ichigo noticed the moon was still in the sky, though his watch read that it was well into the wee morning hours. Checking around him, Ichigo made sure his reiatsu was still well hidden and was surprised to see a large panther sleeping at the base of the tree. Though he should have been completely untraceable there was Grimmjow, having found him and sleeping easily.
Ichigo stood from his branch and lightly jumped to the ground to stand in front of the sleeping arrancar. Ichigo's breath caught as he watched the man's peaceful face and crouched down to get a closer look. Grimmjow had to be the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. His body was long and slender, with curves that hinted at the lethalness the man possessed. The bleach white color of his hierro only breaking when the pitch black fur of his paws and a few markings along his body began. The panther didn't move an inch in his sleep and the deep green of the grass underneath him just brought out the contracting beauty of his coloring all the more.
Reaching out, Ichigo ran his fingers gently down the strong jaw and marveled at its smoothness. Ichigo took in the pattern of the black markings and was surprised by the fur's softness, not thinking anything on Grimmjow could be soft and found himself wondering if the man's blue hair was equally as soft. Looking up again Ichigo's breath caught as he found a pair of azure eyes staring right at him. The orangette was frozen in place while they held each other's gazes, Grimmjow not moving a single muscle.
After what seemed like an eternity passed Ichigo moved his hand away, severing the physical contact and a deep sigh was heard from Grimmjow. The man finally moved as he lifted his head, still looking at Ichigo.
"I'm not the same person you knew then Grimmjow. I don't want you to think I might suddenly be different if I get the memories of that past life back. I don't want to be that person because then I wouldn't be me." Ichigo spoke softly, knowing the other heard him loud and clear. The panther tilted his head to the side in a curious feline fashion and answered the teen.
"Do you change being you when some reminds you of something you did? Something that was completely out of character and that you had totally forgot about." The man asked in response.
Ichigo thought for a second and then shook his head in the negative. Grimmjow gave what looked to be a smirk and spoke again.
"Then why would being reminded of memories of something you did long ago change who you are now?" Grimmjow posed the question and Ichigo couldn't really think of an answer to that.
"I guess it wouldn't." The teen replied.
"You are the same person. You can be an insufferable brat but that only adds to the charm of your smile that can light up a damn room. You are a strong willed man that takes trapped Hollows under your protection and keeps your enemies from killing one another after they had tried to kill you. That is the person you were then and are now." Grimmjow told the teen.
"Your soul is you no matter when or how many times you are born. You are the you of then and you are the you of now. I don't want you to suddenly be different whenyou get your memories again. I want you to remember what you felt and remember why you felt it."Grimmjow finished rather seriously but also a bit sweetly.
Ichigo felt strange that the man who had tried to kill him many times over was sitting here telling him that he wanted Ichigo to remember what he felt for him. Suddenly a thought occurred to him.
"If you knew who I was to you, why did you try to kill me?" Ichigo asked, watching the arrancar curiously for an answer.
Grimmjow's face contorted into a toothy grin as he watched the teen in front of him.
"Do you know how boring waiting and searching can be? That was the most fun I had in centuries!" The azure eyed man laughed as Ichigo yelled at him for being a so called lunatic.
"You could have killed me for your entertainment!" Ichigo said as Grimmjow's mirth calmed.
"Oh please Ichigo, you were strong enough back then to have Yamamoto scared of you, I knew you could take a little beating here and there. Plus using Aizen was the easiest way to get what I wanted since he had direct access to the souls in Soul Society. It just so happened that he was interested in you too because of what went down with your mom and dad." Grimmjow called over his shoulder and he stood and stretched out his muscles in a very feline fashion.
Ichigo rolled his eyes at the other's very bad explanation and reasoning for his actions, though if he told the truth he never felt that Grimmjow really wanted to kill him like some of the other arrancar wanted to. It always felt like the man was pushing him to become something stronger than what he already was and it always frustrated the teen. Though now that all this had been revealed, maybe that is exactly what Grimmjow had been doing.
Grimmjow had been true to his word and was constantly around Ichigo. The other man had become a part of his life rather quickly. Isshin being aware of the situation welcomed the man with open arms, which was strange enough, but when his sisters hadn't made a fuss about it the orangette found it odd. It wasn't until Karin told him that Isshin had said Grimmjow was Ichigo's husband did it make since as to why Yuzu was extra kind to the man and giving Ichigo side glances. Needless to say that his father had gotten a tongue lashing and a few well placed kicks.
Ichigo's friends had been more wary of the other, having been there when he was actively attacking them as a member of the Espada. It was Uryū that had taken the longest out of everyone to accept the arrancar. Chad hadn't given him a second thought of being a threat after he saw the looks the arrancar gave Ichigo. Orihime of course was accepting of the man, having seen his good side in Hueco Mundo and having realized that Grimmjow's "obsession" with Ichigo had been more the infatuation of a crush.
It was challenging getting her boyfriend to realize that Grimmjow really wasn't a threat. It had taken weeks for the Quincy to even be able to relax with Grimmjow around and about a month and a half for him to finally accept that Grimmjow had already become a part of their group. The man had earned the trust of the people closest to Ichigo easily and the orangette could only attest it to him being an honest, up front person that had an undeniable amount of charm, though Ichigo would be damned if he told the other that.
The other man had also taken to sleeping in Ichigo's room after about the third month of him being in the world of the Living, respecting Ichigo's space by sleeping on the floor, but it still made the teen anxious. In the moments when Grimmjow wasn't looking, Ichigo would steal glances and basically check the other out. It made the teen nervous being so close to the other, not that Grimmjow had forced him into anything, quite the opposite actually and that was what was bothering the teen. The lack of "special" attention Grimmjow was giving him upset the teen, and it was the reason for being upset that made Ichigo nervous. The orangette had caught feelings.
He didn't know what he thought would happen when he let Grimmjow into his life, but he hadn't expected to actually have romantic feelings for the other. The bluenette had crass humor and was plain rude sometimes, not taking shit from anyone, Ichigo included. It was that fire and passion that started to attract Ichigo in a way beyond that of being friends. The way the bluenette did everything was with a life and enthusiasm that was rare to see, though this was only with the things the bluenette found interesting.
If Grimmjow didn't find that something was worth his time, he didn't bother with it. When once asked about it he'd said he had "lived too long to be bothering with shit that was boring as fuck." Needless to say Ichigo had snorted with amusement at the response.
Despite Grimmjow being difficult at times, Ichigo and he meshed surprisingly well. They balanced each other out and the orangette found himself falling into a routine with the other that was comfortable. It wasn't until Ichigo heard a wayward comment from Tatsuki to Orihime about when Ichigo was going to introduce Grimmjow as his boyfriend did the teen not realize that his and Grimm's relationship had lead to something like that.
The other could make him laugh and cheer his day up when no one else could, well, Grimmjow's way of cheering someone up at least. The bluenette could tell with just a glance that something was wrong with Ichigo when the teen what hiding his problems. Grimmjow just understood him when no one else did, and it was the same for Ichigo. He could tell when Grimmjow had something on his mind or when a he was covering his true emotions with anger. Ichigo understood the subtle signs that Grimmjow gave when he was trying to keep his cool or when he was trying to stifle his interest and excitement about something.
This led Ichigo back to his current problem. He pretended to be uninterested as Grimmjow changed to go to sleep. The bluenette taking off his t-shirt, the muscles in his back rippling with strength as Ichigo watched from above the magazine he was "reading" after his shower. Ichigo stood silently, setting the magazine down as he moved toward the other after some encouragement from Shiro in the form of yelling at him to "quit being such a bitch!"
Ichigo reached his hand out and allowed the tips of his fingers to touch the small of the man's back as the bluenette had been rummaging through a drawer, looking for pants to replace his jeans with. The second he felt the cold finger tips touch his warm skin, Grimmjow froze not wanting to scare Ichigo off. He waited to see what the teen would do now, just allowing him to move at his own, comfortable pace.
Slowly he felt Ichigo press the rest of his hand to his back and could feel the heat of the other's body as he stepped closer. Hot breath blew on the back of Grimmjow's neck as Ichigo continued to get closer, the teen laying his forehead on the back of Grimmjow's neck and stayed there.
"How long have you been in the world of the living Grimm?" Ichigo asked softly, his breath giving Grimmjow a tickling feeling in between his shoulder blades.
The bluenette closed his eyes at the sensation and held a shiver at bay as he thought of the answer to the teen's question.
"About eleven months." Grimmjow's gruff voice caressed the air with its deep and low quality. Ichigo hummed at the answer and stood there unmoving for a few more minutes.
"Did you know for about six of those months now, I've had feelings for you?" Ichigo asked the question quietly, his other hand coming up to wrap around Grimmjow's left arm holding the other gingerly.
Grimmjow caught his breath at the confession not moving for fear of this illusion shattering into pieces. He could feel Ichigo's eye lashes fluttering against his skin and the shuddering breath the other released, the pounding of the man's heard clear to feel and hear to Grimmjow. The bluenette turned in Ichigo's grip, whose arms kept their positions, and was standing face to face with the orangette. His amber eyes open and he craned his neck up to look into the arrancar's azure eyes. Ichigo's eyes widened as Grimmjow wrapped his strong arms around him, pulling him flush against his body. The tug forward lifted Ichigo slightly to stand on the tips of his toes and causing the younger man's hands to press against Grimmjow's chest and hip. Their noses were almost pressed together as Grimmjow leaned down, closer to Ichigo, whose eyes fluttered, trying to keeping his eyes open even as they flickered from Grimmjow's eyes to his lips and back.
"Did you know I've waited plenty long to hear you say that to me?" Grimmjow asked in return and wasted no time in pressing his lips to Ichigo's. The force of the kiss had Ichigo instinctually placing his feet flat on the floor as he took a step back, bringing Grimmjow lower and having Ichigo arch his back more to accommodate the weight of the other. Ichigo's hand moved to the back of Grimmjow's neck as he pulled the other closer to him and deepened the kiss, the other gripping onto the edge of the man's jeans trying to keep them pressed together.
Ichigo was the first one to pull away for breath. He panted, trying to get fresh air as Grimmjow held him and pressed their foreheads together. The bluenette breathing coming out heavier and deeper than his normal breathing, as he opened his eyes to gaze at Ichigo. The younger's eyes were closed as he tried to catch his breath from their passionate kiss, a light blush spreading across his cheeks as his blood rushed. A few seconds passed before Ichigo's beautiful amber eyes opened and Grimmjow couldn't help but give the other a small smile.
"Are you going to keep you promise to me Grimm?" Ichigo asked still a little out of breath. Grimmjow's azure eyes widened in shock, thinking maybe Ichigo remembered his past memories.
"I don't remember us making it, but that doesn't mean you can't keep it right? I'd like if you would." Ichigo continued, not wanting to mislead the other, but not wanting to embarrass himself too much and besides, this felt like the right thing to do.
Grimmjow smiled at the other again and kissed him again, this time sweetly and it ended quickly, just a small gesture to help ease the other's nervousness.
"I haven't come this far to not keep that promise Ichi." Grimmjow told him while walking Ichigo back to the bed, not letting the other go from their embrace.
Ichigo felt the bed press into the back of his legs and was force to sit as Grimmjow didn't stop his weight from moving forward. Once seated Grimmjow lifted the edge of the teen's shirt and pulled the material right off the other, appreciating the toned view of Ichigo's sculpted chest and abdomen. Bending over again Grimmjow connected their lips again as Ichigo was scooting back on the bed, the arrancar following the teen and crawled right over Ichigo to be hovering the teen.
Ichigo's hands moved to cup Grimmjow's face and held him close as they kissed again, Grimmjow asking for admittance into the orangette's mouth and was granted entry, though hesitantly. Grimmjow's tongue mapped out Ichigo's mouth with great pleasure and allowed his partner to set the pace while one of the bluenette's arms held up his weight and the other held onto one of Ichigo's tone cut hip, rubbing sensual circles into the skin.
Small gasps were leaving Ichigo's lips as their kissing and touching continued. Grimmjow having moved to be seated in between Ichigo's legs with the shapely legs draping on either side of him, Grimm's legs holding his body up while he ravaged Ichigo, touching the teen all over. The arrancar moved down Ichigo's neck leaving kisses and light bites to the skin there, finding a few sensitive spots and driving the other crazy as he gave those spots special attention, sucking on the skin and making sure to leave marks.
Ichigo was already rolling his body in small motions trying to get more of Grimmjow's attention as one of his hands held onto the older man's shoulder and the other kneaded the muscle of the man's firm behind. Grimmjow growled in pleasure as Ichigo gave a pleased whimpering when he took the orangette's nipple into his mouth and gave a light suck. The man's tongue rolled along the rim of the orangette's nipple to have the teen feeling sensations he hadn't experienced. The orangette hadn't known his body could react so lewdly to Grimmjow's ministrations and it only caused the growing discomfort him his groin to build all the quicker.
Grimmjow's other hand came to latch onto the other nipple, discovering that what caused sweet, soft moans to leave Ichigo's mouth were the softer touches. The kind of touches that left you wanting more, the touches that elicited squirming because of the growing frustration to have more. Grimmjow allowed his fingers to roll the bud of Ichigo's nipple gently between his fingers, tugging ever so much to get a response, his tongue running over the hardened bud and his teeth also tugging it gently. Ichigo moaned at the actions and lifted his hips in an effort to relieve a bit of friction there, Grimmjow's hand that was still on his hip moving with the roll of hips.
Instead of remaining where it was Grimmjow's hand moved to slide off the other's sweatpants, the material moved down and off of Ichigo's legs, right along with the man's underwear. Ichigo's hands shot to plow through Grimmjow's hair as the man caressed the skin of his inner thigh with battle roughened fingers. Ichigo moaned again at one last tug to his right nipple, where Grimmjow's mouth was attached, before the arrancar continued his mouth's decent on Ichigo's body. Kissing down the sculpted abdomen Grimmjow praised the man without words on how fantastic his body was, nipping the perfect skin in appreciation and licking down the other's Adonis lines. It was when Grimmjow reached the real prize that he showed Ichigo just how much he appreciated him.
Grimmjow used both hands to spread the teen's legs nice and wide, the view of Ichigo spread out for him, docile and aroused was enough to stroke Grimmjow ego for a lifetime. The bluenette purred his pleasure and satisfaction and immediately took the orangette's arousal into his watering mouth. Ichigo groaned loudly in pleasure as Grimmjow worshipped his length with his mouth, the man's tongue pressing against the sensitive flesh and the light suction, along with the kneading of his thigh by the man's hands causing him to bucking his hips. Moving his hands to grab the sheets of the bed, in an effort to save from yanking Grimmjow's hair out, Ichigo tried to anchor himself to reality from the mind numbing pleasure.
Grimmjow paid no attention to Ichigo's bucking hips as he continued his sucking on the man's arousal. It had been a long time since the arrancar had a gag reflex and he quite enjoyed Ichigo face fucking him, the other's thrust getting faster and more frequent. The moans were increasing in volume as well and Grimm could tell Ichigo was getting close to his finish. Pulling away from the enticing man altogether Grimmjow got off the bed and watched as Ichigo lay on the bed flushed, highly aroused and disgruntled that his partner had left him in that moment. Grimmjow smirked at the light glare the other was giving him and unbuttoned his own jeans, Ichigo's eyes immediately locked onto the man's actions.
Grimmjow let the pants fall to the floor and slowly stripped of his boxers, making sure to keep his partner's attention firmly on him. His dick hung hard and heavy with his own arousal and he could smell Ichigo's lust spike at the sight of it, his thirst for the older man practically visible as he swallowed hard.
"Turn over. Get on all fours." Grimmjow commanded softly as he held his gaze with Ichigo's and the teen complied with his demand. As Grimmjow returned to the bed, he loomed over the other and watched him with lust filled eyes. He had only ever imagined having the teen beneath him and at his mercy in this sense, but the reality of it was a million times better than what he could imagine. He ran his hand up the smooth and slightly sweaty skin of Ichigo's back and came to stop in between his shoulder. He pressed down with enough force to indicate what he wanted without words and Ichigo again complied, the teen lowering his upper body to the bed below leaving him vulnerable and exposed.
Grimmjow ran his hand back down the length of Ichigo's spine to rest on the perfect round, and plump ass presented to him. Kneading the flesh Grimmjow closed his eyes at the sound Ichigo released, trying to control himself; Kami how did he want to be inside the man right now. Bending over Grimmjow came eye level with the orangette's pulsing entrance and found himself more enticed now than he was a few seconds ago with just the idea.
Ichigo jerked at the sensation of something long and wet sliding along the rim of his ass, realizing that it was Grimmjow's tongue. Ichigo moaned loudly as the man's tongue pressed inside him his fingers clenching the sheets as the man twisted the appendage as he thrust inside. Grimmjow's left hand circled around Ichigo's thigh to grip on and keep the teen in place while his other hand helped spread his cheeks. Torturous moments of this treatment continued before Grimmjow plunged a finger right alongside his tongue, the digit reaching deeper. Ichigo groaned at the sensation and tried to keep still but even with Grimmjow's hand holding him, his hips were still trying to rock back.
Pulling back Grimmjow watched as he plunged, now, two fingers into Ichigo's body and loved the way the other came undone under his touches. When two fingers became three and then four, just because Grimmjow loved the way Ichigo moaned when he added another finger, Grimmjow deemed Ichigo ready and removed his fingers. Pushing Ichigo's knees apart farther Grimmjow settled comfortable behind the teen, his left hand jerking his arousal as he rubbed it along Ichigo's slick hole. Grimmjow's other hand sliding down Ichigo's back once again, this time it stopped to hold the other gently by the back of the neck, his thumb caressing the patch of skin behind the orangette's ear in a comforting gesture Ichigo appreciated greatly.
Grimmjow locked eyes with Ichigo, waiting for approval and only getting the slightest bit of a nod. Taking that as permission Grimmjow pressed into Ichigo's tight heat ever so slowly, enjoying the squeeze. Ichigo's mouth hung open at the sensation of the other pressing into him, filling him up to the brim, the pressure Grimmjow put holding him down by his neck felt oddly dominating and added to Ichigo's pleasure. Once Grimmjow had pushed in all the way he stilled, gaining control over himself and allowing Ichigo time to adjust to his well endowed size.
Grimmjow took it as a sign to move when Ichigo rocked his hip back, a smoldering look sent back at his from amber eyes. With a possessive growl Grimmjow pulled back and pushed back in again, slowly, resisting his urge to plow into the other. Grimmjow pulled Ichigo's hips back onto his own with each thrust, the power and depth of each one rocking Ichigo to the core. It wasn't until Grimmjow started to pick up his pace that Ichigo realized that there was much more to come.
The bluenette began to really pound into his mate once the other was adjusted well and pushing back onto him. The orangette a moaning mess as Grimmjow completely dominated him, his larger body covering Ichigo's. Grimmjow's fingers entwined with Ichigo's after searching out the orangette's hands and Ichigo could give two damns if one of his hands were dirty at the moment.
"Oh, Grimm!" Ichigo moaned out as Grimmjow hit the other's prostate dead on a hard thrust. The younger's breath were picking up in speed and Grimmjow took it as a sign the other was nearing his end, but the bluenette wanted this to last longer. Coming to a stop Grimmjow pulled out of Ichigo as the other keened out at the loss of his partner, tears clinging to his lashes at the frustration he felt.
Grimmjow flipped the orangette over so the other was laying on his back and without warning plunged back into his partner's heat. Ichigo moaned out at the sudden entrance and immediately wrapped his legs around Grimmjow's cut waist. Ichigo's hips thrust up in time with Grimmjow to allow the other to hit as deep into his body as he could. Ichigo's nails clawing into the flesh of Grimmjow's back, unable to control himself whilst lost in the pleasure. Grimmjow's own groans of satisfaction grew in volume at the rough treatment and the scent of his blood made him all the more aggressive with his partner. Ichigo would not be able to walk in the morning with how hard Grimmjow was thrusting into him and the iron grip he had on the other's hips.
Eventually the sensations became too much, Grimmjow was everywhere and Ichigo could no longer hold onto the tight coil in his abdomen. His hand gripped onto Grimmjow's hair at the base of his neck and he managed to moan out the bluenette's name as he came, hard. His legs tightened around the man's waist as his orgasm was milked from him by one of Grimmjow's hand and the man's continued thrusts. Ichigo was spent and laid there with his hand still in Grimmjow's hair as the man strived to reach his own orgasm. Ichigo's spasming hole tightened as he felt Grimmjow's dick pulsating, the orangette bringing the other into a kiss and tugged on the baby blue hair in pleasure. Grimmjow moaned loudly into Ichigo's mouth as he orgasmed, his seed pumping deeply into Ichigo's body and the orangette could only moan as he accepted the load. Grimmjow thrusted, still, into the red head to milk his orgasm, pumping Ichigo to the brink with his seed.
They lay there for minutes afterwards, catching their breath and Grimmjow could only smirk at the endearing grin Ichigo gave him. Pulling away from the red head Grimmjow laid on his back, next to his mate and closed his eyes, slightly in disbelief that after all this time he was finally able to fulfill his promise. He turned his head as he felt Ichigo move beside him, the red head having shifted to be on his side, back facing toward Grimmjow. Grimmjow frowned at this and turned on his side and wrapped his arm around Ichigo's waist, pulling the orangette flush against his front as he nuzzled his nose into the base of the younger's neck.
"What's wrong?" Grimmjow purred into the other's ear, his voice low to keep from startling the other.
Ichigo sighed and pushed his cheek up to nuzzle back into the bigger man's affection, his hands coming to rest atop Grimmjow's own and he held the older from his position.
"This means we are something right? I- I don't want this to be all we have, only a physical relationship." Ichigo spoke softly, his hands gripping onto Grimmjow with uncertainty. Grimmjow smirked into the flesh on the teen's neck at the endearing worry the other had, placing a kiss to the skin Grimmjow spoke to ease the other's worries.
"When I promised to take you, it was mind, body and soul. You are mine now and I have been yours for longer than you can remember. I am not letting you go." Grimmjow told the other sweetly and slightly out of character for the man's personality.
Ichigo put it all to being an emotional moment for the both of them and accepted the man's confession. The orangette turned his head to kiss the older man, ending it while it was still sweet and innocent.
"Rest now while you can," Grimmjow told his partner as he saw Ichigo's eyes starting to droop already.
"Because the night is far from over," the bluenette finished his sentence as Ichigo's breath evened out and the other was presumably asleep already, a face splitting grin pulling at his lips as he thought what he would do when rousing Ichigo next.
It was a week after Grimmjow and Ichigo officially began their relationship that Kisuke called the both of them to the Shoten in his own unique way.
"You fucking lunatic! I don't want to be pelted with fucking water balloons filled with your mysterious shit every time you want to see me!" Ichigo yelled out as he slammed open the doors to the Shoten, stomping right past the candy counter and into the back where he knew the blond would be.
Grimmjow watched in amusement as Ichigo stomped around, pissed as hell, looking for the blond that had sent a volley of balloons at the orangette while the couple and all their friends were sitting in the park. The orangette's face of shock and panic was priceless and Grimmjow had to hand it to Urahara, he knew how to get a rise out of his feisty counterpart.
The orangette finally found his crazy mentor as he was laying in Yoruichi's lap, the woman looking highly comfortable and Ichigo practically snarled at Kisuke. He just knew that the other sought out Yoruichi's company to deter Ichigo from any retaliation and it worked damn well. He knew from experience to not bother Yoruichi while she was lounging and comfortable, the last time he had didn't end well for the teen. A shudder passed through Ichigo at the memory and he sat down heavily in the seat across from the pair, a deadly glare set on Kisuke as the blond smiled at him and waved a hand.
Grimmjow chuckled at the act as he too walked in and sat next to Ichigo, bumping shoulders with his mate, silently telling the other to let it go. Ichigo sighed and leaned back on the heels of his hands and watched as Kisuke sat up from his prostrate position, his fan pulling into existence and spreading out to hide Kisuke's widening grin.
"What did you want Hat and Clogs?" Ichigo grouched as he turned his eyes to glance at Grimmjow, the man's hair tousled perfectly and azure eyes set on the eccentric pair in front of them. Kisuke grinned wider as Ichigo reluctantly pulled his gaze from his partner to look at him once again.
"Well Ichi-berry, I see that you are quite content with your kitty cat there~" Kisuke sang, having both sets of eyes narrowing at him for his comment and the blond just laughed in content. Yoruichi grinned at the three men, her golden eyes seeming to know all and dancing with mirth.
"Ne, I think you should stop messing with them so much Kisuke, I might not protect you if you keep riling them up like that." The woman purred as she crawled up behind Kisuke, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder and the other trailing down his arm.
"I see, then I guess I better tell them what I asked them down here for." Kisuke told the woman, just as playfully as she had spoken to him. At the hummed affirmative and Yoruichi pressing herself along his back as she rested her chin on the opposite shoulder her hand was on, Kisuke sighed and focused on the two other men in the room.
"Grimm-chan when you came to us almost a year ago, you asked us to help you restore Ichigo's memories from when he was Ichigo Shiba and I told you that the task was a simple one." Kisuke started as he addressed the older. The bluenette nodded is affirmation, recalling quite well what the other had said to him.
Ichigo peered over at Grimmjow, seeing the other nod and felt a bit dejected. Though he knew Grimmjow's intention was to help him remember being Ichigo Shiba, he had hoped the other didn't wish that anymore now that they were together.
"I also told you as the months went by that there were complications in the prototypes, the experimentation stage and the execution that I would not subject Ichigo to." Grimmjow again nodded at the sentence, remembering quite well that he didn't want to subject Ichigo to something that would harm the other either.
"I lied." Kisuke spoke again. Both amber and azure sets of eyes shot up to stare at the blond as the man held their gazes calmly and evenly, the smoky grays not wavering once.
"What?" Grimmjow asked slowly and there was a dangerous edge to the tone. Kisuke raised his eyebrow in curiosity at the man and continued to watch their reactions before continuing. Grimmjow was taunt and dangerously focused on Kisuke, intent on getting an answer, while Ichigo watched him with a mixture of curiosity and confusion.
"I lied. There were no complications and the device that triggers memories from past lives worked perfectly. I tested it on both myself and several other subjects with a one hundred percent success rate, and it was finished within the first month of you being here." Kisuke explained. The bluenette growling in anger and would have lunged at the blond had it not been for Ichigo's hand gripping his bicep and Yoruichi's threatening hissing and deadly sharp canines flashing. The woman was ready to fight off the other feline in the protective state she was in today. Kisuke was hers to abuse, no one else's.
Grimmjow stilled as he took in the threat, judging that he could take the woman easily, but not wanting to hurt her. The pressure of Ichigo's hand also doing wonders to clam him enough to keep him in his seat. He glared at the scientist with everything he had, demanding a reason for withholding that information and lying straight to his face for ten months.
"I wanted the choice to be Ichigo's whether or not he fell in love with you. I did not want his past life's memories to influence the feelings he had in this life. I knew they would not change him, but they would alter his decisions and that was not something I wanted to happen to my pupil." Kisuke said sternly, the playfulness he had in his voice until now vanished under his seriousness.
Grimmjow stared at the blonde hard, the ex captain not buckling under in gaze in the least and finally Grimmjow softened his glare, accepting that reason as a very good reason and that it was for Ichigo's benefit and health. Kisuke moved his gaze from Grimmjow's piercing azure eyes to gaze onto Ichigo's slightly widened eyes.
"Would you like to see the memories from your past life? What I understand from Grimmjow's tales, you were both Human and a spirit in that life and it will be a lot to take in." Kisuke asked the young man. Ichigo having not known that this was a possibility was a bit shocked and didn't know what he wanted to do. He knew what he felt for Grimmjow was real and it was all his own doing. The other had charmed him and Ichigo was smitten of his own violation, so he knew any feelings he received from that life, would only be enhancing the one he already had.
He was also curious as the how the world worked back then, as Grimmjow's stories and explanations never quite made a clear picture. Ichigo didn't see the harm in getting his memories back and he knew it was important to Grimmjow that Ichigo remember their promise and Ichigo had a sneaking feeling that the other felt very guilty for his death. Ichigo was brought out of his thoughts when he felt Grimmjow's hand grip his own. He swung amber eyes up to look at his partner whose attention was solely on Ichigo.
"You don't have to. I love you now just like I did then. Plus knowing that you care for me now is all I need. I know you've always had doubts on this shit, so you don't have to." Grimmjow told Ichigo seriously, the genuineness in the statement panging in Ichigo's heart. Giving the bigger man a sweet smile that had the bluenette wanting to eat the other up, Ichigo turned to Urahara and nodding his consent.
"Alrighty then, here we are~" Kisuke sang out as he pulled a small device about the size of a pen. The design was sleek and the metal finish gave it a sophisticated look, there was a thin, deep green, glowing ring around the middle of the device. Ichigo looked at the thing curiously and asked what it did and how it worked.
"It is similar to the Kikanshinki device the shinigami use to replace the memories of human's. Though those devices are usually limited in the way that is can only take a small span of memory and replace it, with something usually random and limited to what the particular human will believe and its effectiveness is determined by how much spiritual pressure that human may possess." Kisuke explained rather easily, pulling out the mentioned device.
"Oh, it's that PEZ shit that Rukia uses." Ichigo commented as Kisuke pressed the activating button on the Kikanshinki. The flash of light and poof of smoke disorienting Ichigo for a second before the teen waved his hand to dispel the smoke.
"What the fuck Kisuke?" Ichigo asked, angrily at the man as he glared at the blonde.
"See it had no effect on you. You have so much spiritual pressure that the device doesn't even register with you. A normal human would be unconscious and their memories altered." The blond sang happily, his amusement knowing no bounds.
"My device not only allows you to replace memories, but also completely erase them or retrieves them for any designated amount of time." Kisuke told them, picking up his new contraption and pointing it at Ichigo.
"Well how do you tell it to retrieve them from a past life?" Ichigo asked as the deep green light began to glow brighter, Kisuke pushing his reiatsu into the device.
"I just designate the device to retrieve memories from longer than you have been alive in this life. The memories from before then come flooding back to you." Kisuke said.
Grimmjow stopped him just as he was going to initiate the device.
"Won't he get memories from his past reincarnation too? I had to kill him for his own good since he went crazy in that life." Grimmjow said worriedly.
Ichigo turned to him with an offended look on his face.
"You killed me before?" The other asked with an incredulous tone. Grimmjow cringed a bit at the question, not really liking to remember that time.
"Trust me Ichi, they were doing things in that institution that were not human. It was better to kill you than to see you being put through that torture, especially since you were only 11 then. Humans did not know how to treat the mentally ill and insane in the 1800s." Grimmjow told the other. Ichigo let it go for now, accepting the explanation, not really caring since he was here now.
"What were the years?" Kisuke asked.
"It was 1829 when he died, he just turned 11 so 1817 would be the year he was born." Grimmjow answered with some thought.
At the answer Kisuke fiddled around with a dial and a series of buttons on the back side of the device and after a few seconds he looked up again, with a satisfied nod. Ichigo looked at the man and without warning the flash of light went off and Ichigo dropped heavily to the floor, unconscious immediately. Grimmjow looked to the other in concern but was waved off.
"I had the device skip those years, he won't be getting those memories back. The device knocks him unconscious to preserve his mental health as his spirit accesses those memories and feeds it to his mind. If he were conscious he would go insane from the flowing of memories, his brain not knowing how to process everything. That is most likely what happened in his other life." Kisuke told Grimmjow as the bluenette moved Ichigo's head into his lap, running his hand through the orange hair.
"I thought you said the device wasn't able to knock him unconscious." Grimmjow grumbled at the blond.
"Oh no, no~ those are the regular Kikanshinki. They don't use reiatsu to activate, my device uses quite a bit of reiatsu to give it such a broad range of tasks, as such the influx of foreign reiatsu knocks unconscious the receiver, especially with reiatsu of my level~" Kisuke sang, oddly proud at having knocked Ichigo out.
"He'll wake within a few hours and it is safe to move him. You may take him home if you wish." Kisuke told him, watching as Grimmjow did just that. Moving Ichigo into his arms easily the bluenette nodded his thanks and left the Shoten.
Ichigo awoke a few hours later as promised and the orangette tried to gather his bearings as the room spun a bit. The young man had to take a few seconds to place order to his old and new memories to make sure he didn't confuse things as they were now. He now knew everything that happened between Grimmjow and him and his heart was elated knowing he and the Hollow could be together again. He felt as though Ichigo Shiba's memories were something far off; something he recalled and experienced but didn't care too much for now in the present. The striking emotions were there though and if he thought back to something that had happened, the emotions came back as if they were happening to him in the moment.
Ichigo sighed as he turned to the side, seeing that he was in his bed, Grimmjow napping peacefully next to him. Ichigo reached out and placed his hand on the man's cheek, leaning in to kiss the faithful man. Ichigo's love for the man only increased in leaps and bounds with the return of his memories. The fact that Grimmjow kept the promise he made to Ichigo for centuries showed just how loyal the bluenette was once you'd gained his love and devotion. Ichigo kissed Grimmjow repeatedly, soft and gently peppering them on the man's plump lips and smooth skin, even giving attention to the skeletal jaw bone.
Grimmjow groaned, slowly coming into wakefulness and realized that Ichigo was straddled over him and kissing him. Pleasantly surprised Grimmjow reached up to wrap and arm around the other's waist and caressed the younger man's cheek with his remaining hand. Ichigo pulled away once Grimmjow was awake and he stared at the sleep laden eyes with lustful ones of his own.
"You kept your promise to me after all those centuries. I'll show you how much I appreciate that fact and how good of a mate I'll be to you." Ichigo told the bluenette, crashing his mouth back to the bigger man's not allowing him to speak a word. Ichigo made sure to keep his partner in a state where he couldn't speak for many, many hours on end.
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"Sou-Taicho, I have confirmed that there is the presence of an Espada in Karakura town." Kurotsuchi told the man that sat and listened to the reports of each squad.
The old shinigami paused the stroking of his beard and swung his gaze to land on the captain of the twelfth. He watched the navy haired captain with interest as the man read off of his report sheet.
"The Espada's identity has been confirmed as being Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the 6th arrancar." Mayuri finished and glanced up to see what the reaction would be. There were mixed feelings of outrage and exasperation.
"I thought all of the Espada were dead." Kenpachi said.
"What would an Espada be doing in Karakura town?" Captain Ukitake spoke, glancing at Shunsui as he asked the question.
"How long has he been there?" Hitsugaya-Taicho asked on the heels of the previous question.
"I have no clue what his intentions are but there have been blips of his reiatsu dating back months. There were never enough amounts to make a clear identification, but they were enough complied together to gather a reiatsu signature. I traced the signature back and made the identification." Mayuri told the captains, clearing any doubt that it was a false alarm as he ran the tests himself.
"Grimmjow you say? Yes, I remember him quite well." Yamamoto said, almost speaking to himself. He may have heard the name only once before he became a part of Aizen's scheme, but he wouldn't forget the name.
"Shall I send out a scout team Sou-Taicho? I can contact lady Yoruichi and inquire as to why th-" Soi- Fon was cut off as Yamamoto shook his head.
"That won't be necessary. We are all going ourselves right now. This is not someone that should be underestimated and we can only assume Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihōin are allowing the creature to dwell there. There is no possible way that Urahara would not detect the Hollow." Yamamoto told the captains as he stood from his seat. The others looked at Yamamoto in confusion.
"Sou-Taicho, it is only one Espada, the sixth one at that. One captain and lieutenant pair should be sufficient in eliminating the Hollow from the world of the Living, and with the assistance of Ichigo Kurosaki, there is no need for all the captains to leave Seireitei." Ukitake tried to reason with his commander. It was a ridiculous venture to have all the captains leave at once.
"Sou-Taicho, what is it that you know that we don't? My reports of the reiatsu and spiritual pressure also revealed something strange but I dismissed the tests as being faulty, but from your reaction I can only conclude that they were correct." Mayuri spoke up again.
"What did the tests say?" Unohanna asked curiously.
"The tests concluded that the arrancar called Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has a higher reiatsu and spiritual pressure than even Sou-Taicho Yamamoto." Mayuri told the rest of the captains, confusion taking hold of most of them.
"The tests must have been wrong, he is only the sixth Espada." Komamura-Taicho spoke, shaking his head.
"We are all going. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has his own reasons, but now that he has appeared once again, he cannot be allowed to do as he pleases. Sasakibe Fuku-Taicho," Yamamoto called to his lieutenant, the man showing up with a bout of shunpo to kneel next to his commander.
"Make an announcement to all the Fuku-Taichos, they will be in charge of all duties and responsibilities in Seireitei until our return." Yamamoto told the man and turned back to the captains who were none too happy with the developments.
Wasting no time Yamamoto pulled out his zanpakuto and opened a Senkaimon just as 11 Hell butterflies moved to each captain. The captains moved in pairs through the portal, Unohanna sticking close to Ichimaru to watch him as was her task since the man's return.
Yamamoto stepped out in short order as the Senkaimon opened in the World of the Living, the captains filing out behind him, wrapping their reiatsu tightly seeing as the captain commander hadn't placed the limiting seals on them. He obviously expected a fight. As was expected the group was met with an immediate response. 9 able bodied fighters stood in front of the 11 captains and though some wished for a different sort of reunion with their friends, it had come down to this.
"Why hello my dear captains~ To what do we owe the pleasure of all the top brass of the Gotei to pay us a visit?" Kisuke asked cheerfully, his fan blocking the view to his face. His eyes dancing with mischief while his expression dead serious, safely hidden away.
"The sixth Espada Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez." Yamamoto answered shortly. The man's fire red eyes locking onto Grimmjow's azure blue. The Hollow snarled at the old man, having the most of the captains warily reaching for the hilts of their swords.
"Didn't expect ya to show yer ugly mug here Yamamoto," Grimmjow snarled as he spoke to the man. Yamamoto didn't react to the arrancar, just watch him.
"I did not expect to see you ever again. I figured something ate you." Yamamoto finally spoke, distain and anger held in his voice. Grimmjow grinned toothily and barked out a laugh.
"Well someone eats me now, but that's strictly between the two of us."
Yamamoto's face contorted with disgust as he eyed the Hollow, everyone else watching silently as the two glared at each other.
"What do ya want here, you hateful old man?" Grimmjow finally asked, once his patience ran out.
"You should have stayed gone Hollow, you would have lived longer in the case where I didn't know you were alive. I'll have to eliminate you." Yamamoto spoke shortly, not wanting to indulge the Hollow in conversation any longer. Grimmjow was about to speak again when Ichigo grabbed his arm and stepped forward, silencing the man without having to say so.
"Hello there Yama." Ichigo said, reminiscent of what he used to call his friend. Yamamoto eyed the teen warily and told him not to be insolent and step aside. Spewing some more things about how children should not get involved in adult's business.
"Why, you do still sound bitter Yama. What happened to you old friend? Are you still angry about what occurred so many years ago?" Ichigo asked the other. Watching as the other's eyes widened marginally and went on to comment on how Ichigo should watch his mouth.
"We both know that I was never good at watching what I say or caring what others thought, Yama." Ichigo told the man.
"Shiba?" Yamamoto asked just loud enough for the other to hear.
"Mmmm, I am still Ichigo Kurosaki but I remember being Ichigo Shiba. I told you I would haunt you in my next life if you betrayed my trust. It's taken me a while but I keep my promises." Ichigo told the old man who seemed to be shocked into silence.
"Won't you leave us be Yamamoto? You got your wish of separating the worlds and killing off Hollows, why continue to bother us anymore?" Ichigo asked the man gently, trying to resolve the issue with peace instead of violence.
"You still chose to side with those vile creatures after so long? After that Hollow there killed you?" Yamamoto asked, his voice increasing in volume with his outrage, his finger jutting out to point at Grimmjow.
Ichigo turned to look at his lover and mate as the man steeled his eyes and clenched his jaw at the accusation. He knew he wasn't the one to kill his beloved, but had he not been captured Ichigo would not have died, though if he hadn't been captured he would have never met Ichigo in the first place. Ichigo caught eyes with Grimmjow and asked the man if he would slip into his adjucha form for him. Confused Grimmjow did as asked, the form causing Yamamoto to shake with silenced rage, Ichigo always did know just which buttons to push.
"You are caught in the past Yamamoto. You need to let whatever grudge you have against Grimmjow go. This Hollow did not kill me." Ichigo spoke as he put his hand on Grimmjow's shoulder, the panther taller than Ichigo at his shoulder.
"Your bitterness and hatred did. This Hollow looked for me for centuries to keep his promise to me, while you lied to my family about my death when you were the one to stab your sword through my chest. There is a reason the Shiba's will not take to the Royal Court Guard the way the Kuchiki and Shihōin did, my family knew the truth. This Hollow loves me and I love him. So really there is no reason for you to be here. Leave." Ichigo explained to the captain commander in hopes that the man will understand and leave the World of the Living.
"Those emotions aren't your own Ichigo Kurosaki, they are from your deranged and dead ancestor." Yamamoto told the man, taking a step forward, ready to pull his sword from the sheath.
"Don't you fucking tell me what the fuck I feel! You're the one who still after all this fucking time can't get it through your head that Hollows were never the enemy. In your fucked up, twisted little shit for brains you decided to hate them because of something you witnessed when you were younger. Well guess fucking what, Hollow eat each other, yes. That is what they did and still do. You have to face that you're the one that fucked up this world more than it already was because now that you've denied them access to Soul Society and the Human world, it just makes them want to eat souls all the more. Since you made the Gotei and had the Soul King separate the worlds you've made Human souls rich in nutrients that they weren't before and now the Hollow crave that power. It's your own fucking fault and I don't wanna hear your bullshit lies. Get the fuck out of my world and go back to the piece of shit one you made for yourself and next time I find you in the World of the Living or Hueco Mundo, I will fucking run Zangetsu right through your heart and lungs just like you tried to do to Grimm and actually did to me." Ichigo finished his raving, breathe huffing and eyes hard.
The orangette was dead serious about his threat and would make good on it if the commander ever tried to step a foot into either realm. Everyone else was a spectator to the three men's discussion, no one moving an inch in case attention be brought to themselves. They could tell that this battle was going on long before them and was something only these three could resolve.
"Ichigo-" Yamamoto called to the man, not really knowing how to voice what he wanted to say. Hell, not even knowing what he wanted to say, really.
"You don't like taking 'no' for an answer and I loving giving it as one. You haven't changed but you know something Yamamoto? Trust is like a mirror. You can fix it if it's broken, but you still see the crack in that motherfuckin' reflection. So if you want to fix it, leave." Ichigo said with finality in his voice. He was clearly done talking.
Yamamoto stared at the young man and only saw the image of his old friend. The two were stunningly similar and Yamamoto could never win in an argument with the stubborn Shiba, and he didn't expect to win won with the equally stubborn incarnate Kurosaki. Turning around and opening a Senkaimon, Yamamoto told the pair to stay out of Soul Society as he moved to walk through the portal.
"I keep good on my promises Yama, stay out of my two worlds." Ichigo told the man as he stepped through, the captains following behind begrudgingly.
"That you do Kurosaki-Shiba." Was the last thing Ichigo heard as all the shinigami left and the open space which they had occupied became silent.
"That's all? All the captains of the Gotei came here with the intention to fight and left after their commander received a tongue lashing, from Ichigo of all people?" Uryu's voice broke the silence, his incredulous tone thick with surprise.
The shocked look on all his friend's faces was enough to cause Ichigo to burst into a fit of giggles and laughs. He gave the very short version of what happened and waved off any questions from the group.
"Of course that was all Uryu, Yamamoto never could take a serious tongue lashing from me well, there was a point in time that my option counted for a lot in the man's books, and the damage the fight would cause from Grimmjow and me fighting would be too much to simply repair. In the end the fight wasn't worth it." Ichigo told them all, watching as Grimmjow was back in his arrancar form and walked up to stand next to his partner.
"You like riling him up just as much Ichi." Grimmjow accused the other, giving the orangette a look telling the other that he knew his secret very well.
"I have no clue what you're talking about Grimm~" Ichi told the man cheerily and flashed him a big grin trying to hide the fact that the statement was very true. Grimm rolled his eyes at his mate and came up behind the other, wrapping him in an embrace and addressed those gathered.
"Don't none of you dumb asses come lookin' for us, unless you wanna see me balls deep in my mate." With that crude remark and a flash of sonido the pair was gone.
"Mah, wouldn't that be a fun venture~" Kisuke said, turning to look at Yoruichi and the woman was gone in a flurry of shunpo. Kisuke flashed a grin and was gone right behind her. Those left gave an unpleasant face at the thought and made their ways home, trying to forget the last twenty minutes of their lives.
"Ah Baby, right there!" Ichigo moaned out loudly as Grimmjow made another powerful thrust into his body.
Grimmjow was surprised his berry could still make coherent thoughts after at least an hour of agonizing, in such a good way, foreplay and the thorough fucking he was receiving. Ichigo's head was tossed back, one hand curled tightly in the sheets above his head and the other scratching a trail down Grimmjow's back. The sweet pain making the bluenette hit deeper into his partner's body and let out a quiet growl.
"Ya know you're fuckin' sexy when you're pissed." Grimmjow told the other as he watched the other come undone beneath him. To have such a powerful being moaning and begging Grimmjow for more just stirred the other's instincts to dominate and aroused him. Ichigo cracked open amber eyes and watched Grimm in his lust addled state, his mouth hanging open and spilling moans in sync with Grimmjow's thrusts.
One of the orangette's legs were wrapped tightly around Grimmjow's waist, pulling the man deeper while the other was pressing into the bed, trying to gain some leverage to push his hips harder. The gasps and moans leaving his mouth were like honey to Grimmjow's ears and his thrusts increased in strength and speed trying to hear more and more of those sweet sounds Ichigo was making.
Grimmjow groaned quietly in Ichigo's ear as he pushed in as deeply as he could, Ichigo gasping in tandem with his partner.
"Grimm, please-" Ichigo pleaded as he released the sheets and drove his hand into Grimmjow's thick, blue hair. The orangette gave a forceful tug as he surged upward and took an earlobe and gave it a bite. A deep growl ensued from Grimmjow in response and he moved both his hands to grab each of Ichigo's thighs. With renewed vigor the bluenette pounded into Ichigo as he took the orangette's lips with his own.
The hitched breaths and fevered responses to the bluenette's action gave him a clue that Ichigo was nearing his end. Slowing his pace, Grimmjow made sure to make his strokes long and deep to savor the feeling of Ichigo's twitching insides and warmth. Strangely the change in pace made the act all more intimate, all more passionate, and all more pleasurable. Ichigo turned his head to breathe just as Grimmjow bit down into the junction of the orangette's shoulder and struck his prostate dead on. Grimmjow stopped suddenly, causing Ichigo to keen at the loss of movement as his building orgasm receded.
Moving back up along the skin of Ichigo's neck Grimmjow's lips hovered over Ichigo's as he waited for the orangette to catch his breath. Opening his eyes Ichigo watched Grimmjow as the man waited for him, his eyes showing clear adoration and love. Ichigo found himself crashing his lips to the other's mouth, wrapping his arms around his lover's strong neck to pull them closer to each other. They kissed passionately, Ichigo granting Grimmjow entrance into his mouth and their tongues dancing around one another.
Ichigo rolled his hips in an effort to entice his lover to bring them to release, the orangette moaning into their kisses with the bit of friction the minimal movement obtained him. Grimmjow smirked against his lips and shook his head slightly at the orangette's impatient actions. Moving quickly Grimmjow rolled the pair so he was the one lying on his back, Ichigo over him a bit disoriented.
"You wanna get off so bad lovely?" Grimmjow asked the other, placing his hands on his smaller lover's hips. His voice low and sensual as he took Ichigo's bottom lip between his teeth and tugged on the kiss swollen flesh.
"You work for it." The arrancar told him with an upward thrust punctuating his statement, Ichigo groaned against the bluenette's hard and defined chest at the motion.
Shutting his eyes again to gather himself, Ichigo sat up and grit his teeth as he could feel Grimmjow's length slide deeper within him in this position. Lifting himself up Ichigo dropped down back onto Grimmjow's hard cock moaning out as pleasure struck him. Grimmjow lifted his knees to help him thrust upwards to meet Ichigo's own thrusts, the orangette leaning back and using them as support as he bounced in Grimmjow's lap.
Ichigo heard Grimmjow groan underneath him and amber eyes popped open to watch Grimmjow coming undone as well. The man's blue hair was sweaty and stuck to his face while the longer strands rebelled and remained tousled, spreading along the pillow as Grimmjow tossed his head back. The older man's face was also flushed in arousal and effort as he worked his hips to bring them to their ends, his lips slightly parted as he huffed for breath. As if feeling eyes on him Grimmjow's own lust darkened, azure blue eyes peered open, half mast and locked with Ichigo's. A small, sweet smile spread across the crazy man's handsome face as he watched his lover and that was the end for Ichigo.
He came with a shuddering breath and a cry of Grimmjow's name, holding onto the man in an effort to ground himself. Grimmjow followed him after a couple more thrusts, pressing Ichigo's hips against his own when he felt the tightening of Ichigo's body. The sweet pressure too much to handle any more as he released inside his mate.
They slowed to a stop and tried to catch their breaths, Ichigo hovering over Grimmjow and slowly lowering himself to lay over the bigger man's chest. He was surprised by just how small he felt in Grimmjow's embrace though he was only 3 or four inches shorter than the other, but he wasn't complaining as he nuzzled the man's neck. Grimmjow chuckled and placed a kiss on those bright orange strands, turning them to lay on their sides and pulling out of Ichigo. They stayed like that as their fast rate of breathing slowed and their thundering hearts settled to a reasonable pace.
"You're incredible." Ichigo voiced quietly. He not only meant the sex, but Grimmjow just being himself was amazing. He loved being with the man and he was thankful that the man waited as long as he did to be with him as well.
"Grimm, why did you wait for me so long? You didn't even know if I would ever reincarnate, but you went on, intent on keeping your promise." Ichigo asked curiously. The bluenette tilted his head at the question and thought back at the reason, not that he couldn't remember but because he was so very fond of it.
"The night I made you that promise to make you mine I had realized that you were, literally, the only person in my life. I had met many, many people and some tried getting close to me, but you were the first that I truly cared about, I don't know if it was love at that point. Then the day you were killed, you kissed me, and even though you didn't know it, you marked me as your mate. That's how I knew that your stupid ass was the reincarnation." Grimmjow answered, his words said with endearment and he only got away with a pinch on his thigh for the rude comment.
"As time went by, I knew that I loved you and I knew I would never feel that for someone else. I figured that was enough to find you and keep our promise." Grimmjow finished quietly. Ichigo turned to look at his partner and gave the man a sweet kiss, and then he proceeded to stand up from the bed and get dressed. Grimmjow mumbling about having wanted another round as he too was forced to get dressed, Ichigo proclaiming he was hungry and he wouldn't let Grimmjow's lust starve him to death. Grimmjow rolled his eyes at the over dramatic statement and told him that the orangette wasn't complaining a few minutes ago. Ichigo laughed as he walked to head out of the room, stopping just in the door way and looked over his shoulder to look at Grimmjow.
"I always knew you would keep your promise." The man told his partner. They held each other's gaze for a few seconds before Ichigo turned back around and headed towards the kitchen. Grimmjow felt a Cheshire grin pulling at the ends of his lips, knowing that life with his mate was not going to be a boring one. He followed Ichigo out of the door, ready to eat whatever the teen cooked. He did need his energy for the next round of sex after all.
