A/N: WARNING! This chapter is pretty much ONE GIGANTIC LEMON if this is something you do not wish to read please skip down to the "~HERE ENDS SMUT~" line! There is a tiny bit of plot at the very end. So, if you're looking to move forward in the story without smut, I apologize, next week's update will be more geared towards you. However, if the idea of highly detailed boy-on-boy lovin's is something you drool over (don't we all?) then enjoy! =D


Chapter 7 - Mine

"That so?" The blunette stalked up to the berry until he was towering over the smaller male.

Ichigo leaned back on his hands, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. Amber orbs burned in lust, watching the cerulean that tracked his tongue as he licked his lips. His position drew the fabric of his tee shirt tight across his chest, and the light of the streetlamp below them highlighted the athletic lines years of fighting had carved out of his body. He knew how he looked. He knew the affect he had on people. Hell, it was the whole reason he'd started collecting pets in the first place. There's only so much avoiding drooling fans that one hybrid can do before the attention starts to affect him back. So, as Grimmjow stood, hands in his pockets, staring hungrily down at the berry, Ichigo drank in the way those burning blue eyes savored him.

~HERE THERE BE SMUT~

Then it was too much, Grimmjow was on his knees and Ichigo was knocked onto his back on the roof. The Sexta had his hands to either side of the orange mop of spikes, and the rest of the orangette between his legs. They hovered like that with the Arrancar's lips millimeters above the hybrid's. A soft puff of air and the space was gone with hungry, desperate pressure, as though both were certain that at any second the other would disappear.

Grimmjow slid a hand under Ichigo's neck and pulled him up so that they were vertical, the orangette still technically underneath, but that was quickly changed after the Espada shucked his jacket off to the side. Neither were willing to break the suction between them, but they had to for Ichigo to remove his shirt. The seconds of separation were enough for their positions to be reversed; Grimmjow still kneeling on the roof but now with the orangette's long, sinewy legs wrapped around his hips. This brought their still clothed groins into close proximity, and a muffled moan was swallowed between them, neither sure who had made the noise.

Hands trailed across pectorals scarred and built from decades of defending himself. Claws drew red lines across the pale flesh of a lower back. Teeth punctured lips until blood welled up, only to be lapped away. Purring echoed with moaning, and fingers dug into spikes to grasp and clench, while both sets of hips ground together awkwardly to gain that precious, delicious friction. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Mind blowing, and maddening. Ten years of pent up attraction and pining coming together in mere moments as the two lost themselves in the sensations of the other.

Somehow Grimmjow's hakama-himo came untied and the clasp and zipper of Ichigo's jeans was open. As though their lips were magnetized, the two only pulled away to clash together again. The orangette slid backwards off the blunette's lap to slide his jeans and underwear off, baring his weeping and angry manhood to the slight chill in the air. The lack of modesty shot straight to Grimmjow's groin as he leaned forward to stalk on all fours up to that proud erection. A wiggle of his hips left his much looser hakama behind, which allowed him to concentrate on laving and nipping at the sensitive flesh of the inside of Ichigo's thigh. A bite here, a lick there, and the trailing of just this side of sharp claws across the pale pink skin left goose bumps that ended in a shiver and a twitch of that weeping shaft.

Ichigo propped himself back on his elbows, darkened eyes locked on the things the panther was doing to his erogenous zones. When that slightly rough tongue first made contact with the sensitive skin of his scrotum he couldn't stop the moan that tore from his throat. The fine orange hairs were nothing to a feline and Grimmjow made certain to groom every last one before drawing one of the orbs into his mouth to suck on it lightly. This left the hybrid wishing there were blankets under them so he'd have something to grab onto with his hands. He didn't dare put them in the blue locks on top of his tormentor's head; that would ruin all of the sinful tension building in his belly. Another light suck and Grimmjow changed sides, drawing the other delicate ball into his evil mouth. His eyes locked on Ichigo's and he smirked around his prize when the other couldn't keep his own open after a particularly forceful application of suction.

Thoroughly undone without even being touched in his most sensitive of areas meant that when that hot, velvet finally touched his shaft it was all Ichigo could do to hold himself back. As such strong fingers wrapped themselves around the base of his erection forming a living cock ring. Three licks and a well-placed kiss to the soft spot below the curve of his glans had the orangette bucking in a false orgasm. He threw his head back and howled at the withheld release, and focused on his breathing. For his part, Grimmjow just held on, waiting for the fires to ebb a bit before continuing.

When Ichigo looked back down at the blunette, still panting, his eyes at half-mast, Grimmjow almost went back to what he was doing, but the hybrid reached forward with a shaky hand. Gripping the blue spikes brought their eyes to meet and a subtle shake of the orange head had the larger male sitting back a bit, though he never lost his grip on his uke's shaft. The same shaky hand that gripped his newest lover's hair reached down to where the hand withheld his relief and encircled it. A brief flash of reiatsu and Grimmjow could feel a band of kido under his fingertips. When he moved his hand, a ring of gold light was doing what he had been. The surprise that flashed across his face made the worked up berry chuckle.

An evil glint entered the cerulean orbs at that point, and Ichigo found his hands held above his head, his mouth covered in a demonic kiss. Another flash of reiatsu had a black dimension box restraining his hands. "Two can play that game, Shinigami." The Sexta's voice was husky, rough with desire.

In response, Ichigo bucked his tortured cock up to rub against Grimmjow's own weeping erection. A sharp intake of breath brought a smile to the hybrid's lips. "Yeah, you just don't want me to do it to you."

"Damn straight." Came the half-growled response.

"There's nothing straight about this." The Visored did it again, prompting the Espada to crawl back down his body. When that sinfully delicious mouth once again began lapping and nipping at his cock, Ichigo couldn't stop his hips from responding. So, strong hands gripped him as he was enveloped in the hot, dangerous cavern. The suction and light friction from rough tongue and teeth continued until the hybrid writhed in a second false orgasm.

The straining meat in Grimmjow's mouth pulsed and twitched, weeping furiously, and above him Ichigo had his head thrown back again, his neck bare to the sky, eyes shut tight against the stars of his pleasure, and mouth hanging wide open without sound. The blunette smirked, crawling back up the sinful body beneath him to latch onto the pulse point of that neck. He drew the blood to the surface in a dark bruise, then lapped at the skin to make it spread through the muscle tissues. The world would see HIS berry marked for days, weeks if he could repeat the process. The substitute Shinigami may have two worlds full of pets, some of them may even occasionally top their Master, but Grimmjow was no pet. The strawberry beneath him, was HIS, and he'd make sure that everyone knew it.

Coming back to himself, Ichigo took one of the Sexta's hands and cast another kido, though this one was both shaky and messy as it covered his fingers in a slick, tingly type substance that glowed very faintly green. Deciding he didn't want to ask, the blunette merely devoured his berry's lips again while shifting his legs a little to prop Ichigo's hips up on his thighs. So Grimmjow could have both his hips and his mouth at the same time, the hybrid pushed himself up, holding his weight on one arm while guiding the panther's slicked hand to his backside.

He took the hint and growled against Ichigo's kisses while pressing his middle finger against the tight ring of muscle. A few circles around the exit-turned-entrance brought whimpering noises from the orangette's lips and the shifting of hips almost begging for penetration. The berry would be by the time the Arrancar was done with him. He smirked to himself as he dipped that finger just past the ring that already clenched at him wantonly. He took his time, using the torment of the Visored to keep a handle on his own arousal, sliding his middle finger in and out of Ichigo's behind until the orangette squirmed with a slightly frustrated moan. Then he added his ring finger and repeated the process, continuing to wind the berry up.

With the addition of a second finger, Ichigo had to lay back down, which drove the penetrating digits deeper into his tight channel. It drove him crazy. Bordering on incoherent from two false orgasms, the torturing pace Grimmjow was using almost had him doing the one thing he never did with his lovers: beg. The slow scissoring only continued when the panther finally added his index finger, and the orangette could tell his torture was being thoroughly enjoyed.

A rhythm only Grimmjow could hear was quickly breaking down that last barrier. He could see it on Ichigo's face, hear it in the way his moans were practically whines, and feel it in the way his body was strung as tight as the bow of a violin. Then he twisted his wrist and curved his fingers to press directly into the bundle of nerves behind the hybrid's prostate. A third false orgasm shot through that sinewy body, making him arch up on his heels and shoulders. The dimension box shattered and immediately his long fingers dug into Grimmjow's legs, the loudest moan yet tearing from his mouth.

Grimmjow brushed the bundle once or twice more as Ichigo's cock began to turn purple with need. Then he heard it, the sound he'd been waiting for, and it hit him right between the legs, bringing a painful hardness to his already deprived erection.

"G-Grimm—" Ichigo panted, "Puh-please!" He had to pause and breathe again, "F-fuck me—I—need it—PLEASE!" He moaned again, his hips pressing Grimmjow's fingers as deep as they could go.

"Sure, Kitten." The Sexta chuckled, and outright grinned as the Master of Two Worlds whined like a bitch in heat when he removed his fingers. The puckered, stretched entrance winked a few times as the panther lined himself up. Then he sank into that delicious heat and growled deeply in his berry's ear. "Mmm, Ichi, even after all o' that, yer as tight as a virgin."

The two writhed together, meshed as closely together as they could be. Ichigo's cock trapped between them actually brushed the top rim of Grimmjow's Hollow hole, where the skin was most sensitive. It was like having fingers ghosting over his erogenous zones all at the same time, and the panther growled in pleasure, his thrusts bouncing his uke.

"Mm—ahh—G-Grimm—harder!" Ichigo moaned into his seme's ear, gripping the broad shoulders above him hard enough to leave marks and wrapping his legs around the blunette's waist in a vice grip.

The Espada complied, driving into the body beneath him and biting down on the hickey he made. He growled against it again, then had to release it to pant, "Ichi—'M close. Wanna—Mmph!"

"Y-yeah." The orangette barely had the concentration to reach between them and grip his own manhood. He stroked it in time to Grimmjow's thrusts until he felt the larger male change the angle of penetration. This drove the tip of his cock against Ichigo's prostate directly, causing the smaller male to cry out and see stars.

Then something unexpected shattered them both. It started with the rhythm of their grinding as the Sexta dove deeper with a more demanding and insistent energy to his thrusts. Their pace slowed as well, both sensing the impending climax and wanting to draw it out as much as possible. Then as Ichigo released the binding kido and Grimmjow began to twitch on the edge of his orgasm, a shiver of reiatsu ran through them both. Stars exploded in their vision, white blinding them behind closed eyelids, and within Ichigo the spasming walls of his tunnel met hooked, blunt barbs that only drove him higher and further over the edge. Ropes of thick semen splattered between them as the same moment that they painted the same internal walls.

~HERE ENDS SMUT~


The final pulse of their combined climax was the last thing either felt before surrendering to the blissful embrace of subspace and sleep.

When Grimmjow came back to himself the first thing he noticed was he was warm, as though covered in a soft , fuzzy blanket. He hadn't felt like that since before he'd become an Arrancar. He stretched, arching his back and spreading both fingers and toes for an all-over tense and release. Blinking and smacking his lips a few times, he looked around and frowned confused.

It was a bedroom. Elegant tapestries hung on the walls, though slightly faded and worn with age. The floor was carpeted over tatami mats, and through the open doorway on the far wall he could see a desk and table and cushions for reclining while entertaining guests. There were no windows that he could see, but one of the tapestries moved gently, as though acting as a drape across an opening. He found himself stretched out on the most comfortable bed he'd ever experienced, with deep, soft pillows and, soft blankets that made for a nest that was perfect for his feline nature.

Pushing back the thin sheet that had been covering him, he got a second shock. He was in his released form, or at least, something like it. Short, fine fur in the deepest blue-black he'd ever seen covered most of his body, except for his chest and stomach, which somehow had no hole. That unnerved him more than the lack of armor plating. He poked gingerly at the newly solid muscles and his ear twitched along with his eyebrow. His long, flexible tail waved gently in curiosity.

Being a purely in-the-moment type of creature, he quickly decided to simply take his appearance in stride. Maybe it had something to do with mating Ichigo, but it was something he could contemplate later when he was sure he was safe and had—hold on. Surprise number three. Where the fuck was Ichigo? He firmly remembered passing out still buried deep within the berry's tight, hot—wait, not the time for thoughts like that!

He looked around, tail twitching agitated and inhaled deeply, trying to pick up anything that could lead him to his berry. No reiatsu, no clothing, not even the sweet, cinnamon-like scent that clung to the orangette. There was no sign of his berry at all. Either it had been days since he and the hybrid had been brought here, or he had been separated from his berry! That thought had his tail lashing back and forth, and he was out of his nest-bed in a movement almost as fast as his Sonido. He really did flash out of the room though, ignoring his pseudo-nudity. He was covered in fur, that was good enough.

Upon exiting the sleeping room, a grey-haired man in a shihakusho and haori lined with royal purple appeared in front of the Sexta. He bowed, making the panther stop short, and spoke in smooth tones, "Ohaiyo gozaimasu, Jaegerjaques-sama. I trust you slept well?"

"Uh? Who're you?" His tail still twitched.

"Gomenesai. I am Kuchiki Ginrei, captain of His Majesty's Royal Guard. I was told to escort you to His Majesty as soon as you were well-rested." The—apparent Shinigami—bowed again and gestured to the door.

Two shorter, smaller men, both in shihakusho—one black, one white—entered, carrying cloth and something resembling a posture collar. Grimmjow immediately balked at the idea and back-pedaled towards the bedroom.

"I AIN'T NO PET!" He roared, eyes wide and tail lashing.

Much to his dismay he found the wall where once the door to the bedroom had been solid, trapping him with the Shinigami. He hissed and spit, trying to inch along the wall, but finding that there was nowhere to go.

"Please, Jaegerjaques-sama, His Majesty is waiting, and you must be dressed appropriately to greet him." Ginrei gestured again and two more of the servants appeared.

The first one in black wrapped Grimmjow's waist in the white cloth as the Espada stared at the violet eyes of the second one in white. The slim, effeminate male had a hole in his throat and the remnants of a Hollow mask across his brow in the guise of eyebrow piercings.

"Yer a Hollow! An Arrancar! What the fuck?" The blunette ignored the servant fixing the waistcloth and tying an ornamental belt with turquoise set gold bars across the front such that his tail was still unconstrained. The cloth itself was white with a blue brocade along the bottom hem that hung just above his ankles, similar to where his armor plating used to end.

"Yes, any servant dressed in white here is an Arrancar. Some were Vasto Lordes in Hueco Mundo before coming here, but many were not. All it takes for a Hollow to make it into His Majesty's service is to ask for it. His Majesty is quite generous." The older Shinigami had a wistful look on his face.

The first Arrancar servant was wrapping a second cloth around the panther's chest. It covered his pectoral muscles and part of his ribs, but left the center of his chest open as it crossed behind his neck, mimicking his armor plating again without covering his arms. The blunette tilted his head in true feline form to watch as the small Arrancar draped similar strings of gold and turquoise bars across the gap in the cloth in increasing numbers from three at his ribs to six across his collar bones.

"Ya sound fond of 'im." Eyes still locked on the actions of the servants. Now that he'd stopped fighting the other two merely stood back and watched as the first two took to braiding his unruly sky blue locks with gold to match his belt and chest jewelry until he had a second long, thin tail, this one reaching just above the black furry one. When they were finished he tilted his head back and forth, testing the swing of the braid. It felt odd being restrained.

"You are almost presentable, Jaegerjaques-sama." Ginrei approached him, bearing the collar that was decorated in the same turquoise and gold as the rest of his decorations.

"Fuck no! Grimmjow Jaegerjaques is nobody's pet! I won't wear any fucking collar! Back the fuck off, old man!" Once again the panther found himself pressed back against the wall, hedged in on all sides by the servants. Before he knew it, each servant had grabbed a limb and Ginrei was buckling the collar around his neck. He growled, spit, hissed, and thrashed, but by the time he was released the infernal piece of jewelry was fastened around his neck, crowning the strings of matching bars. As soon as the five assaulting men backed off the Sexta tried to remove the collar, but couldn't find the clasp. "Git it off, old man! I won't wear no fucking collar like some housecat!" His tail lashed.

"I cannot. Only His Majesty can remove it now." The grey-haired Shinigami turned then and began walking out of the room. "Come, your theatrics have kept His Majesty waiting long enough."