Aizen sat in his bed, under the covers, sipping a cup of tea. He sucked his bottom lip as a stray drop spilled from his mouth. Feeling refreshed after two rounds with Gin, he was taking his time, wondering. In his lap laid Gin, spent and sweaty. He slept peacefully while Aizen stroked his hair.
He was still laughing on the inside at the thought of a pregnant Ichigo. He'd have to research it later after he had the child. If he had the child. Oh, Grimmjow. Always causing mischief. He hadn't seen either of them since yesterday but he was certain Ichigo would be starving with two to feed.
"I think it's time to pay Kurosaki a little visit."
Ichigo was sitting in the bathroom next to the toilet, gasping as his stomach flipped. The baby had been restless all morning and Grimmjow was nowhere to be seen. "Shit…" He rubbed his belly slowly and hummed a soft lullaby, the same that his mother would sing when he was sick. It usually calmed it down a little.
Feeling a little better, he stood up very slowly. His body felt so heavy and he was so tired. Now he knew how his mother had felt. Ichigo hobbled over to the sink, then to the door. He opened the door and his heart sank.
"Come, sit with me. You must be famished." Aizen sat on the disheveled bed with a tray of food.
"How did you…?" Ichigo murmured. His head felt fuzzy as he tried to move a little faster. Before he knew it, Aizen was guiding him towards the bed. He sat on the soft covers and immediately smelled Grimmjow's scent waft into the air. Feeling comforted by that, even though he was defenseless, he decided to try reasoning with the man. "Why are you here Aizen?"
"Oh, I simply figured you would be hungry is all." Aizen motioned to the tray with a graceful wave. "Someone who is bearing child must have nutrients to sustain both mother and child."
Ichigo was a little taken aback by the gesture but still hesitant. "I thought would've wanted me dead." He placed a hand over his belly protectively.
"If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be here talking me right now." The older man smiled and moved the tray closer to Ichigo. "So please, eat."
The teen was hungry. Very hungry. He hadn't eaten since yesterday and he knew Grimmjow wouldn't have fed him properly. Still a little doubtful, he grabbed one of the many pieces of toasts. It was smothered with butter and strawberry jelly ironically. Slowly, he took a bite.
Dear fucking god. It was delicious.
Ichigo finished the rest in just a few bites. He licked the crumbs off his lips and grabbed another piece. There were other things on the tray as well: warm oatmeal, fresh fruit, scones, a pot of tea with sugar cubes, and a pitcher of apple juice. After three more pieces of toasts, Ichigo slowed down to take in the rest of the food. He picked up the bowl of oatmeal and plucked the spoon from off the tray. "How did you find out about us?"
Aizen had been watching the Shinigami closely as he answered. "Just yesterday, while Grimmjow was away of course. I was so surprised that I nearly burst into laughter. To think, such a bad mouthed teenager with a large ego turned quiet and strangely radiant all because a cat got him pregnant."
"It wasn't by choice…" He grumbled as he ate. The oatmeal was brown cinnamon.
"Of course, of course~!" Aizen continued to smile. "Now, I must ask… Is it a boy or a girl?"
Ichigo nearly choked on his food. "What?" He hadn't thought about that… What if it was a girl? He could barely think about raising a girl. Girls were so emotional and they always had some sort of 'boy' problem. And a boy… What if he turned out like Grimmjow? Or worse… His dad. Shit, he felt faint. Why did it have to be him? It could have been anyone else but, why him? Is fate just trying to fuck him over?
"I-I… I think I need to be alone…" The teen's voice trembled as he took in all of his emotions and tried to bottle them up. It felt like his heart was overflowing.
Aizen watched him for a moment. He could see that Ichigo was at his limit. He left the tray of food and went on his way, not saying a word.
Grimmjow walked into the room, his body glazed with sweat as he entered. He was in a bemused state and ready to do something. He had been out training for most of the morning.
A grin crept onto his face, the Arrancar's gaze glued to Ichigo who lay on the bed.
As he crawled onto the bed, careful not to jostle it, he was ready to savor his plump lover.
Ichigo was asleep, nestled into the covers. When Grimmjow looked upon his face, the grin flattered. The teen's cheeks were tear stained and he seemed to be in distress. He quickly shook him awake. "Ichigo?"
"Mmm…" The Shinigami opened his tired eyes to glimpse the other man's worried expression. "Grimmjow…" He turned to face Grimmjow with a smile before promptly punching him in the face.
There was a loud crack and an even louder thud.
The Arrancar's nose was broken, again, and now he lay writhing on the floor in pain "The fuck is wrong with you?! Have you lost it?!"
"Shut up, you horny cat!" Ichigo threw the blankets off the bed, followed by the pillows. "This is all your fucking fault!"
Grimmjow pushed his nose back into place and snarled in anger. What was this kid's problem? He didn't even do anything this time! "Look, just calm down!" He stumbled and staggered as he slowly got onto his feet. He barely had time to react when he saw the nightstand fly towards him.
He ducked and stumbled out into the hallway. The nightstand splintered and cracked as it hit something besides Grimmjow: Ulquiorra. The Arrancar was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Cifer definitely wasn't happy as he was forced against by the sheer force of the blow. His deep seated frown twisted into a scowl. "Who threw that…?" Although his voice didn't convey his anger, his expression certainly did. Grimmjow could see it.
"W-Wait!" He reached out to the smaller man, grasping his coat tails. "You can't hurt him."
"And why should I waste my time listening to someone like you, Jaggerjack?" His tone was almost a hiss. He quickly tugged his coat from the other man's grasp, disgusted. Grimmjow had never been his favorite person.
"That… um… Look, it's better to see for yourself than for me to explain to a dipshit like you."
"What did you just call me?" Ulquiorra growled.
They glared and argued for a straight ten minutes as Ichigo continued to make a mess of Grimmjow's room in his fit of rage. But then there was silence and both men stopped at the sound of crying.
Jaggerjack scrambled to his feet and rushed towards the teen. Ulquiorra groaned at the sudden change in pace but his curiosity got the better of him. He ended up following him inside. The place was trashed. The bed had been flipped and shoved against the closet door and the food from that morning was on the walls and on the floor. Everything was scattered and thrown about. It would take weeks to clean up the entire mess.
Kurosaki was huddled up in a corner, hands over his face as he sobbed. His anger resentment towards Grimmjow was the only thing that fueled his angry tears. When the older man tried to approach him, his eyes snapped open and he jumped to his feet when Grimmjow's arms reached for him.
"Get away from me!" Ichigo screamed, shoving away Grimmjow with just enough force to move him clear across the room. He groaned at the impact and slid down the wall. He was too tired from training to fight back.
Ulquiorra tilted his head, intrigued by the teen's distended belly. He was careful to move slowly like most wound with a wounded animal. He didn't want Ichigo to lash out at him or he might just rip out what was inside of him out of annoyance.
The teen saw the other man through his blur of tears but he didn't make a move. He knew if he wasn't careful, there would be trouble. "What do you want?" He spat. Kurosaki placed a hand over his stomach protectively.
"Your hand… Are you trying to protect something?" Ulquiorra asked, watching the teen's actions closely. He felt the urge to reach out and touch his swollen abdomen. What was inside?
Ichigo raised an eyebrow and stepped back slightly. "Have you never seen a pregnant woman before?"
His head tilted to the side again. "Is that where they come from?" He was closer now; he stood only a foot away, despite Grimmjow's threatening growl. "Those smaller humans?"
The teen's expression softened as he moved his hands to support his stomach. He couldn't help smiling at his curiosity. His anger had ebbed away… "You mean babies." He said with a smile laugh. It reminded him of when he was younger, when his own mother was pregnant. He had asked so many questions…
Ichigo jumped when Ulquiorra's hand pressed against his swollen belly. It was cold but it wasn't frightening, just a surprise. The baby must have felt it too because it kicked gently into the Arrancar's palm, causing him to stiffen. "Your hands are cold."
"How fascinating… I must learn more about 'babies'." Cifer watched the teen's face. There was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Where does it come out?"
"I think that's enough questions, shortie" Grimmjow's voice rumbled from across the room. "Besides," He stood up and rolled his shoulders, approaching Ichigo with a dangerous swagger. "This one is mine." He wrapped his arms around the teen and kissed his cheek. Kurosaki tried not to smile at the affection.
Ulquiorra got the hint yet he still felt the need to comment. "You should try to keep it that way, Jaggerjack." Then, he promptly left out of the disheveled room before Grimmjow tried to attack.
"Let him be Grimmjow." Ichigo growled in warning. "He's not worth it anyways…" The teen leaned back into the older man's warm embrace. He was exhausted from his tantrum and was finally ready to rest.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Grimmjow purred in his ear. "You owe me, big time." The Arrancar's hands dipped below the waistband of Ichigo's pants, issuing a small gasp from the teen. "You've trashed my room so, now, I get to have a little taste." Teeth grazed Ichigo's earlobe gently and Grimmjow's grip grew firm on his limp member.
"Grimmjow," Kurosaki growled in warning, but only half-heartedly. "I'm not in the mood…" He said this even as he was growing stiff in the other man's palm.
"I ain't taking no for answer kitten." Jaggerjack allowed his hand to slide up to the head of his cock. "Just relax for sec; I'll make you feel good." He slowly began to pump at his length. "I'll make you feel real good."
"Grimmjow…" Ichigo's voice trailed off into an almost desperate plea. His head lulled back onto the older man's shoulder as he took the pleasure that was being given. All those emotions he had felt earlier, all of it was simply receding back to where it had come from. The only thing Ichigo could feel now was Grimmjow. And he was okay with that.
The Arrancar kept a nice even pace, each stroke careful and generous. He didn't want to make the teen angry again. He smiled to himself as soft moans filled his ear. "You like it when I pet you here, right kitty?" Grimmjow pressed his thumb against the tip and rubbed it slowly. He heard Ichigo suck in his breath. "Yeah, that's it."
"Please, stop…" Kurosaki bit his lip as his body writhed. "Th-The door is open…" It was making him nervous for more than one reason.
Grimmjow lifted his head from his work to the open door. "What is it? 'Fraid someone's gonna see your thing hanging out?" He gave the heated thing in his hand a squeeze. "'Fraid they'll see you make a mess?"
The teen couldn't help but thrust into the other male's hand. Something about this man always seemed to drive him mad. "Grimmjow, don't…!" He came into the Arrancar's hand and covered his mouth to muffle his voice. His lungs filled with air in short, quick breaths. But it didn't last long. Ichigo quickly gathered himself and shoved the older man aside, despite the mess dripping down his thigh. "Fuck you."
Grimmjow smirked. "Don't be like that." He sucked his fingers clean before kissing the nape of his lover's neck and closing the door. "You seemed to like it."
Ichigo didn't answer him; he just walked into the bathroom and started running the water, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Sorry it took so long. School and life has kept me pretty busy and uninspired. I hope you enjoy this chapter, despite the lack of smut and Ulquiorra's OOC-ness … Thanks for the words of encouragement! Next chapter should be fun though. Thanks for reading! I love you all!
