I'm terribly sorry for the long wait, but I think it'll be worth it. I'm actually quite pleased with this chapter~
The world was silent, not even the choked, screamed words coming from the man near by could break the deathly calm. He could see him screaming, see his mouth working to form pleading words, yet couldn't, like there was a heavy fog between them, making his features blurred and indistinct. But he could never forget what he looked like, not for as long as he lived.
Nothing but the pulse of a slowing heart beat pounded weakly in his sensitive ears, an organ that was furiously fighting a loosing battle. Tears streamed unchecked down paler than normal features. The man's eyes were wide, red rimmed and ringed with dark circles from weariness and fatigue but nothing of that weariness showed in those too-acute shimmering orbs. The only thing that shown there was pain and fear, two things that should never reflect from those beautiful and expressive eyes.
Something was wrong, so very wrong with this world and it made no sense. Nothing did at the moment, not anymore. A small sound filtered through the air, distorted and distant, like they were under water. He bared his teeth, he could feel his lips peel away from his fangs, but he couldn't hear his own snarl. At least, he thought he was snarling. A flash of glinting silver cleared away the distorted images before him.
Another small sound seeped through the heavy, turgid air. Closer than the last. Flashes of color filled his vision; red streaked white and wide, golden orbs, flowing orange and distraught brown, a fiery red mane and jagged black marks. The earth seemed to shake below him and someone reached out too him like a lifeline. Freezing cold and numb but burning and heavy, painful and comforting all at once, strange but he would give anything for it to never end.
Grimmjow bared his teeth in the darkness of the room, hands twisting and fisting into the light sheets laying over top of him. His body shivered slightly, but not from cold. His heart pounded in his chest like rapid fire, nearly painfully so had he been awake to feel it. The man drew a strangled, ragged breath, his chest heaving with the effort. He let it out as a yowling growl, a sound caught somewhere between rage and pain, filled with as much emotion as a sound could hold and nearly heart wrenching in it's intensity.
Brown eyes snapped open wide and Ichigo jerked awake, his brows creased in confusion as he slowly propped himself up on his elbow to look at the blue haired man laying next to him. Behind the Caster, Shiro mimicked his movements and peered over his shoulder to study the seemingly sleeping feline.
"s' he dreamin'?" He asked, his watery voice quiet and confused, still heavy with much needed sleep. He yawned, running pale fingers through his ashen, sleep tangled hair to pull it back and out of his face.
Ichigo nodded, still watching as Grimmjow twitched and moved in his sleep. The motions, seeming all the worse from the dramatic shadows cast in the darkened room, were jerky and sharp with obvious distress. Long fingers flexed in the blankets as a pitiful whine escaped the werecat's throat.
"Hate ta see wha' he's dreamin' 'bout" Shiro mumbled quietly. It had to have been bad to have the fierce werecreature reacting so violently. The man had pitted himself against a half dozen werewolves and not thought twice, but here he was, thrashing in his sleep and looking more afraid than either of the men had ever seen him. Not that he had really given it much thought, but Shiro had never really seen evidence that the man even dreamt while he slept. His copy nodded silently in agreement, eyes still anchored to the bluenette and debating if he should wake the man. He wasn't given the chance, however.
The distance was dark and smudged, nothing but shadows and tangled limbs, indistinct, unimportant and unnoticed. The faces around him, so familiar and yet almost unrecognizable as pain and fear twisted their features, blurred in and out of focus. A searing pain pulsed behind his vision like a red-hot silver bullet tearing through his skull. He had felt this before, long long ago, he was sure of it. But he didn't want it back. Never again. He brushed away a stray tear; marks that should never mar either of the men's perfect faces. Finally, the sounds around him came rushing in; the pained cries and pleading, whispered words. He would kill them for this, all of them. He would hunt down every last creature; man or monster responsible for what they had done to the men he now knew he loved. He heard a strangled scream that left his throat feeling raw as he looked at a pale, drawn face, nearly a match to it's unnaturally white copy.
Grimmjow bolted upright, a snarling shout tearing from his throat as the blankets fell away and pooled in his lap. Twin yelps of surprise and the creak of the bed as it adjusted to the shifting weights reached through the sound of the blood rushing through his ears. Chest heaving, he jerked his head toward the sounds just in time to see Ichigo tumble from the bed to land on his twin with a thud, Shiro already sprawled on the floor.
The door flung wide, banging off the wall behind and echoing through the short hall. "Fuck, you guys ok?" Renji, half dressed and his wild red hair a tangled mess, burst through the open portal with wide eyes. A looming, black shadow in the darkness that was much too large to be human and unearthly, luminous blue eyes met him. He cursed and jumped back, nearly tripping over himself in his surprise. Managing to right himself, he leaned back against the wall of the hallway and placed a hand over his thumping heart as it tried to break his ribs when he realized the twins weren't under attack.
The werepanther looked up at the man, his sharp eyes still clouded with the emotions that had swirled in his dream; pain, fear, sorrow, confusion. Slow to realize what was going on, Grimmjow watched as Ichigo and Shiro slowly climbed to their feet to stand beside the bed. All three of the humans stared at him for a moment before the Caster finally spoke in answer to the red head's question.
"Uhh...yeah, we're fine, Renji" His voice was soft and calm but he couldn't quite hide the slight wavering in his reassuring tone from the shock fueled adrenaline running through his system.
"Tch. Speak fer yerself, King." Shiro mumbled. "Damn cat nearly gave me a heart attack."
Grimmjow looked over at him, his brows drawing together with confusion. It was only when Ichigo, clutching a section of the sheet in front of him to hide his nudity from Renji, edged back onto the bed and laid a gentle hand on his arm that he realized he had veered as he awoke. His tail wiggled in jerky, seemingly random motions, a testament to his still frayed nerves. He looked down at the smaller human, seeming more frail than normal from his larger werepanther form, his blue eyes wide, ears pinned back and nostrils flared as he panted.
In the hall, Renji pushed away from the wall, hand still over his chest, and made his way back toward his own room on slightly shaking legs. The sun wasn't even peeking over the horizon yet and now that he knew no one was being hurt or killed he was determined to slow his rapid heart and go back to bed, though he was quite awake after throwing the door open to see the large werecreature still half in bed and blue, feline eyes nearly glowing in the dark. Ichigo and Shiro could handle whatever just happened and with the way they were looking at the feline, concern and worry evident in both men's expressive eyes, he was starting to feel like he was intruding on a rather intimate moment anyway.
"are you ok?" Ichigo asked, his voice hardly above a whisper as he gently brushed his fingertips over the thick, silky fur of Grimmjow's forearm, feeling the corded muscle hidden below. He could almost feel the feline trembling ever so slightly in aftermath of the evidently horrifying dream. It was so subtle though, it could have just been his imagination.
Black ears slowly swiveled to face forward again and Grimmjow's long, slim tail ceased it's swaying, coming to a rest curled across the werecat's legs. Intense blue swirled with something unnamable and unsettling but the feline nodded slightly, looking down at the human as if he may never get to see him again, searching for every possible sign of life there was to see in the man before him.
Grimmjow took a deep breath and closed his eyes, calming himself and his raging instincts as he slipped from his resurrection. It was only a dream. He released the held breath as the mattress he sat upon bounced and leveled out with his now much lighter weight. Opening his eyes again, he leaned forward and snatched Shiro's arm, yanking the smaller man onto the bed beside his copy.
Startled with the sudden action, Shiro climbed back onto the mattress and knelt beside Ichigo. The two humans, their eyes wide with worry and curiosity, each one's expression a mirror of the other's, carefully studied the shaken feline.
In return, Grimmjow studied them; his inhuman eyes raking over their bodies and taking in every detail he could. It had only been a dream, a nightmare, something he hadn't had in along time but not unheard of. His humans, the two young men in front of him, were fine and unharmed. He couldn't control the slightly hitching purr that bubbled from his throat, relief flooding his system like a tidal wave as the last of the horrendous images and overwhelming emotions of his dream faded into the background. The werepanther, once again a man, circled his muscled arms around the twins, pulling them close, taking in their familiar scents and comforting body heat.
The two, both caught off guard by the man's sudden affection, paused in their confusion before returning the almost relieved and loving embrace. The Caster intertwined his fingers in the silken strands of blue at the nape of the man's neck, gently combing through his hair in slow, reassuring motions while he rested his head on the bluenette's strong shoulder. Beside him, Shiro buried his face into the opposite shoulder, a pale hand splayed across Grimmjow's broad chest feeling as the previously erratic heart rate slowed to a more natural, steady pace and his panting breaths once again returned to normal.
Neither knew what could have happened to have the man so upset, but both were content to stay in his embrace as long as all was well again. Grimmjow slowly laid back down, pulling the two humans with him and keeping them close. They snuggled in and made themselves comfortable, one man on either side of him in the darkness. The werecreature didn't know how long he lay there, but the humans' breathing had evened out before he finally closed his eyes and let a deep, dreamless sleep finally consume him.
••••••
Rukia flipped through the pages of an old tome Urahara had handed over to her to look through while he and the other man conversed about plans for war or something like that. The third man, Kenpachi, had disappeared a while ago, probably to meet with another monster. She wasn't really paying much attention to them, aside from keeping track of their whereabouts just as a precaution.
The large book it's self weighed more than she thought possible for simple bound papers. The leather cover was worn and faded, but had obviously once been painted and decorated with brilliant colors and gold filigree. The mysterious shopkeeper had told her it was older than all four of their ages combined and she believed him after staring at pages of seemingly unintelligible text for a half hour or more.
"You can actually read this?" She asked incredulously, still looking down at the heavy book settled across her lap, a slight frown on her face.
"Most of it, yes" Urahara answered, not looking at her as he shuffled through the long scrolls of rolled up parchment that adorned one of the numerous shelves behind the scientist's work area. "Mayuri and I spent a good while deciphering it when we first ran across the records. It details the various known were-species and their notable individuals"
Rukia continued flipping through the countless pages. Pictures etched by a skilled hand showed detailed illustrations of various creatures and a few of the stages in their transformations. Other drawings showed scientific studies of werewolf skulls and bones compared to natural ones. She skipped through a few more pages of text she couldn't make sense of or understand, stopping on another picture. The image showed a diagram of two nearly identical werewolves with lines that pointed to various parts and labeled them. The young woman was able to make out a few of the words, only enough to realize one wolf was supposed to be an 'original' while the other wasn't. Not that it meant much to her. She turned the page, noticing that the further back she got the more recognizable some of the characters and letters became until she finally made it to a section she could actually read almost all the way through.
The text told of a time long ago, stories she had never heard before of a time all but forgotten. It gave a description of a terrible battle between the attacking monsters and men desperate to save their families and their village. Rukia read of a beastly god, it's form taking that of a werecreature, that had not agreed with the attempted eradication of the human species. Outnumbered by the creatures that wished to appose it's protests, the deity had made the dire decision to risk it's faith, it's followers and it's very being to put an end to the massacre. The desperate act had worked, but it came with a high price. The human civilization had been decimated, the population dropping to a meagre number and set back in it's advancement. The once fierce deity's followers were destroyed and the god it's self was stripped of it's strength and power and left to die on the cold earth.
Enthralled with what she was reading, Rukia slowly flipped another page. She was faced with another picture, this one drawn in flowing ink with hints of what had once been vivid color. An inky creature stared back at her, half it's face coated in fur matting blood, it's body crumpled on the snow covered ground but it was obvious the beast was determined to crawl on. Overwhelming sorrow swirled in the creature's haunted eyes and the way fearsome teeth were bared in a grimace. In the distance, human bodies littered the page, freshly turned mounds of earth off to one side.
Furrowing her brows slightly, Rukia glanced over the disturbingly accurate and realistic picture, an odd feeling of recognition hiding in the corner of her brain. The raven haired woman pulled her gaze from the picture and began reading the facing page. She only made it in a few words when a single phrase caught her attention, pulling on something in the back of her mind until she felt it would snap.
"La Pantera..." She whispered, the book slipping from her slackened grasp to fall heavily to the floor in front her. The thick, stiff pages fluttered but ultimately stayed open to reveal the same image of the defeated and beaten werecat.
Startled by the sudden thump, Urahara spun about to see what the commotion was about. A slight irritation welled in the older man when he realized his precious and priceless book had been thrown to the ground. However, his ire was forgotten when he made his way to stand behind the small woman and peered over her shoulder to see what she was staring so intently at.
She whispered the god's name and a tiny, sad smile touched the shopkeeper's lips before he pulled out his fan and spoke. "Ah yes, a sad story, is it not?" He had read over it so many times he could nearly recite it from memory and heart.
"It's believed he was able to fulfill his self imposed task before he succumbed to his stripped godhood and died on his thrown. We've looked for the temple of course, but alas this event occurred many generations ago and we've been unable to find any remains." Urahara made his way around the woman's chair, picking up the book from the ground before studying the picture for what was probably the thousandth time. "Of course, while the text indicates this area, the picture's show a desolate and flat landscape. Not what we see around here now..."
As the odd blond man continued to ramble, Rukia struggled to wrap her mind around what was being revealed to her. La Pantera sounded so familiar and yet so odd on her tongue. There was a bitterness that clung to words, something she already knew she didn't like. Something clicked and her mind provided her with the memory of where she had first heard those words, growled in an almost indignant and arrogant fashion by a man that was not what he seemed. The strange monster Ichigo and his dead twin had befriended had introduced himself under that title as if it should have held weight. Now she knew why it held that weight. But that couldn't be right, he had to have been lying to them.
Rukia snatched the book back from the shopkeeper and stared down at the picture of the creature with feline-like features. Profound, all-consuming cyan eyes stared back at her, shocking in their intensity even as mere painted replicas on old paper. Though she knew they were nothing when compared to the real thing.
"He's alive..." Rukia breathed, more to herself than anyone around yet the room fell silent and the eyes of both men turned toward her, their previous duties and tasks forgotten. Still, the raven haired woman continued to stare down at the book.
The shopkeeper stopped speaking mid-word as he slowly kneeled in front of the small woman to look her in the eye. The disbelief and awe in her quiet voice had his blood running cold and he wasn't even sure why. He had searched for more than a decade for any signs of the feline deidad that had so willingly sacrificed it's followers and it's godhood to save a race that was not it's own, one that, in modern times, would fear and loath the creature.
"What did you say?" Urahara asked her, his voice as quiet as Rukia's had been. All throughout his search, the shopkeeper had never found anything to support either the deidad's life or his death. He had hardly even found enough evidence to support the creature's very existence. Only old legends passed down through generations as bedtime stories had survived. Yet here was this young woman, less than half his age, that had stumbled into his shop looking for answers and who knew what else. A young woman who had probably never even heard of La Pantera was claiming the very opposite of every legend and rumor he had ever heard. And Urahara desperately found himself wanting to believe her with every fiber of his being.
"He...he...The god, he's still alive..." Rukia repeated, finally handing the book back to it's owner. She was positive it wasn't just a coincidence. The dangerous creature that had been living with her old friend, the beast she though was a mere monster was the god in the story. The god that was supposed to be dead. The likenesses were too similar, too perfect. The descriptions were too accurate. Even just looking at the painted picture, the beast's over powering presence was a perfect match. "He goes by Grimmjow now."
"Grimmjow? How can you possibly know this?" Urahara's calm grey eyes were wide and bored into the small woman, his ever present fan falling from his grasp to clatter on the ground, the sound going unnoticed even as it echoed in the quiet of the under ground room. He clutched the book to his chest but refused to take his gaze off the woman. He hung on her every word, he had to know how she could be so sure.
Rukia flinched slightly at what she saw, edging back on her seat when faced with the normally calm and collected shopkeeper's odd reaction to what she was saying. With slow motions, she reached out and gently tapped a single finger on the cover of the book that wasn't pressed against the blond's chest. It sounded solid and tangible. "...because that's the same creature that lives with Ichigo and his brother..."
Urahara stared at her in disbelieving silence for a long while before he slowly stood from where he was kneeling and turned to look behind him at the scientist. Mayrui's strange yellow eyes, only enhanced by his odd black and white face paint, were wide and staring back at him. A wide smile slowly slid across his features and he was unsure whether he should laugh or be angry. How was this even possible?
"You saw the creature in the village yesterday, yes?" Urahara asked the scientist. "Did he look like a deidad?"
"He..." Mayuri let a slight frown crease his features, tapping his chin with a long, thin finger while he thought before he shrugged. "He looked like a man."
"That doesn't help" Urahara groaned in an almost child like manner. He dropped into a cross-legged sitting position on the ground before Rukia and opened the book in his lap. He flipped through pages at a maddening pace, scanning the text faster than the raven haired woman could keep up. He marked the picture of the werecat with one finger before flipping passed it to continue his search. "I don't think there is a written description of him out of his resurrection in here. Or a picture for that matter. It was thought most werecreatures didn't like taking human form."
"Maybe it's different for deidades..." Mayuri mused, coming to stand over the still sitting Urahara. "Or perhaps it's his soft spot for humans? He's certainly showed that before."
"I think he only turns human so he can be around Ichigo and Shiro." The petite woman said with a shrug, looking from Urahara to the scientist and back. "Besides. Does it really matter what he looks like when human?"
"If only to confirm or disprove what you are claiming, yes it matters." Urahara mumbled, still futility flipping pages in the book.
"Trust me. It's him." Rukia hated to admit it. She hated the dangerous monsters that lurked the forest and killed the villagers, she hated the monster that had seemingly attached it's self to the twins. Too her, the werecat was no different than the wolves, but she couldn't deny what was right in front of her face. The creature in the book, the deity that had sacrificed himself and his followers to save the human race from the were-races, was the very same creature that was the blue haired man. And if what these men were predicting came true, they would need his help.
At the same time, knowing that the creature was once a deidad made her all the more wary of him. It made her anger and ire flare. Something like that must have been beyond powerful, which meant that he was probably still incredibly powerful and just that more of a danger. She was convinced the werecat would be the death of Ichigo and his brother one way or another.
"How can you be so sure?" Urahara asked, looking at her with an intensity shining in his normally placid grey eyes. "Has he done something to prove what he is? Who he is?"
"He doesn't have too." Rukia grabbed the book and flipped back to the picture that had been proof enough for her to believe. She had only really seen the creature in his werepanther form once, but it was more than enough. She could never mistake him for anyone or anything else. "Those eyes are impossible to forget"
Urahara stared down at the picture of the beastly god he had devoted years to. After several moments, he made up his mind. Closing the book, he stood from the floor and brushed himself off. "We must find him. We will need his help"
"Don't forget that he must be Fallen by now, Urahara." Mayuri spoke up in his odd and superior voice as he made his way back toward his work area. He rounded his table and began going through the rolled up parchments again, resuming the task he had been busy at before this latest and intriguing development had interrupted.
"What's that mean?" Rukia asked, beginning to feel very out classed. She had quickly learned they were much more than they seemed and every time she thought she had these men figured out they would throw in something new.
Urahara, his fan once again in hand, studied her as if he were looking for something before deciding to elaborate. "To be Fallen essentially means that he has no more followers and therefore doesn't hold the same power he once did. He's not mortal, but he's not quite immortal either, rather caught somewhere between. It's difficult to explain since we have a very limited knowledge." He turned back toward the scientist and began helping him dig through the vast collection of large scrolls before speaking again.
"Even as a Fallen, having his help could prove the difference between surviving this and succumbing to the werewolves. Think of it; a fairly powerful Caster, an Undead and a Fallen Deidad..."
Mayuri spread one of the rolled up parchments out on his table, weighting the corners down and nodding his agreement. Those would certainly make powerful allies and combined with the weapons and serums he had been creating, they may have a chance at ending the war with just this one battle. "How do you propose we go about informing and enlisting them?"
Urahara's blond brows furrowed ever so slightly in thought. He figured Ichigo would be willing to help once he was aware of the stakes, meaning his Undead brother would join, regardless of whether he really wanted too or not. There was still the problem of convincing the werepanther, however. Would a Fallen deidad that had already lost almost everything just to be all but forgotten by the ones he saved really be willing to risk his life for a few lowly humans? The shopkeeper of course knew that the feline had once been very dedicated to his followers, as they were to him, but he had no more and seemingly no more reasons to fight for or with the humans of this age.
Rukia watched as the two strange men laid out another scroll, once again weighting the corners to hold it open on the table before them. Both men had a look of deep concentration on their faces, expressions tense with their thoughts, no doubt trying to come up with a way to persuade the monster, Ichigo and Shiro into fighting at their side.
"Why don't you just ask them?" She mumbled, almost to herself and feeling a little stupid for how simple it sounded. If things were that easy, surly at least one of the rather intelligent people in the room would have thought of it.
When both men looked up at her, pinning her with an intense gaze, Rukia shrank back slightly. They were looking at her like she had grown a second head and it left her feeling out matched yet again, something she wasn't used too.
"What?" The surly young woman shot back at the looks she was receiving. She crossed her arms over her small chest and leveled her defiant gaze right back at them. "He was happy enough to throw himself at werewolves before to defend Renji and I"
••••••
Sunlight filtered through the sheer fabric of the curtains draped over the window in the spare room the two men and the werepanther were borrowing. The warmth of the yellow, late morning glow mocked the bitter cold of the air outside, but it bathed the room in a comfortable blanket and cast everything in a soft light, a great contrast and difference to the feel the room had held last night.
Mostly still in bed because he was comfortable being wrapped in warm blankets and the feline's familiar aura, Shiro rolled over and opened his liquid amber eyes as he felt the other remaining occupant in the bed shift and begin to stir. King, always awake and moving around before he was, had climbed from the bed at least an hour ago and wandered from the room after pulling his jeans on. Shiro had heard their red headed friend's deep voice and the hushed clanging of dishes but had been far too content to stay where he lay and had easily and happily tuned the quiet noises out.
The near-albino, laying on his side to face the bluenette, propped his head up in his hand, his elbow resting on the pillow that had previously been under his head. With a slight smirk, he watched the man slowly rouse from his deep, seemingly much more peaceful round of sleep. The pale human was happy that he saw no evidence of the man's strange ordeal from much earlier that morning, the strange nightmare that had forced the feline into his resurrection while he slept.
Grimmjow, curled up comfortably in a way that only a very flexible person could ever manage, yawned, baring slightly over sharp, white teeth for a moment. Not bothering to slit his stunning cerulean eyes open, the man rolled onto his stomach, subconsciously taking great care not disturb the two men he was sure were still sharing the bed with him. The muscles of his shoulders and strong back bunched and flexed as he pushed his arms under him, lifting his upper body off the bed. A soft and appreciative groan escaped his throat at the subtle stretching of sleep heavy muscle. The blankets slipped and fell away from his toned body as he continued his lazy stretching. The bluenette shifted again, this time focused on working the knots out of his back, and arched the rest of his body away from the mattress in a rather fluid and feline manner, bringing his rear up and bending his upper body low above the mattress.
Shiro's smirk grew to spread from one side his face to the other as he watched, not about to speak up and alert the man to his presence, consequently ruining his lovely image.
If he thought his view was a good one, it was nothing compared to Ichigo's when the Caster chose that moment to open the door and see if either of the men were awake yet. He predictably turned several shades of red, but couldn't have pulled his eyes off the enticing, mouth watering sight if he had tried. Not that he had any intentions of doing so. That would just be silly and a waste of a wonderful view.
Grimmjow groaned again as his spine popped a couple of times, a smile crossing his full, slightly parted lips. He curled his long legs back under him and settled his head on his crossed forearms before lazily opening his eyes. Shiro's leering smirk greeted him and the werepanther arched a single blue brow in question. He heard the door latch shut and lifted his head to peer over his shoulder to see the more colorful twin, the bridge of his nose and cheeks tinted a light shade of red, step toward him. Slightly confused, he turned back to Shiro as the bed shifted, announcing the smaller man's nearly predatory and quiet movements.
"What?" Grimmjow's deep voice, still a little rough from sleep, held an edge of curiosity mixed with suspicion.
If at all possible, the near-albino's smirk grew ever wider. "Nothin'. Ya just paint a rather temptin' picture s'all"
"What are you...mmm..." The feline's question devolved into a soft, groaning rumble as warm hands traced the bare skin of his back, dancing in gentle but decidedly suggestive caresses down his spine and the ridges of corded muscle that ran along it. A pair of petal soft lips fluttered along the back of his neck and Grimmjow tilted his head in offering, allowing the abnormally bold Caster better access.
Ichigo crawled up onto the bed behind the larger bluenette, pressing gentle kisses to the man's neck and jawline while he let his hands wander the impressive and perfectly toned body before him. From in front of the werecat, a hot, moist tongue touched across his torso, starting at his belly button and slowly trailing molten lava up and between the prominent ridges of his abdominal muscles. One of Shiro's hands slowly trailed in the opposite direction, heading ever lower at a teasingly slow pace.
That sinful tongue ran under the ridge of Grimmjow's pectoral before finding it's way to a pert nipple. A deep, rumbling moan escaped the feline's bared throat. Harsh teeth found their way to his ear, nipping and scraping along sensitive skin, and pulled a pleasurable hiss from the bluenette. Long fingers wrapped around his partially erect member, drawing more sounds from the normally dominate man as Grimmjow thoroughly enjoyed the pleasurable torment the two devious humans were putting him through.
Ichigo continued teasing the werecat's neck and jaw, running his fingers through silky, blue strands and tugging gently, just enough to force the man to tilt his head back further. It didn't take long for Shiro's skilled hand to work him to his fully engorged size, consequently drawing a bit of his aggression back to the forefront oh his hazed mind. Grimmjow reached one hand above and behind his head, locking his fingers harshly into an orange mane and pulled the Caster forward, making the man bend over his body. He connected their lips in a searing kiss, his tongue peeking out to swipe across pink lips before growing bold and delving into the delightful tasting cavern.
Now that the man seemed throughly distracted, Shiro smirked and slyly stuck his fingers in his own mouth, carefully and completely coating his digits before pulling them back out. Looking up to make sure Ichigo still had the feline busy, the pale twin reached down and teased a single finger at Grimmjow's entrance.
The man stiffened slightly at the unexpected feel of a something gently running across the seam of his cheeks, but didn't try to stop Shiro. Taking that as a good sign, the near-albino sat up slightly, lowering his head so that he could teasingly lick up the side of Grimmjow's cock, standing proud and thick with the cat's arousal.
Grimmjow's deep moan hitched and took on a slightly whining tone as a single finger delved into him at the same time Shiro licked his way back down the cock in front of him.
Ichigo eagerly swallowed the sound, not braking the kiss as he forced Grimmjow to lay back flat. The orangette quickly undid the button to his jeans as his own erection pressed against the rough fabric. He let his loosened pants fall to the floor and kicked them out of his way, happy that he had had the sense to close the door before approaching the bed.
Climbing over top of the prone feline, the Caster straddled his chest leaning over to keep the bluenette's lips fully engaged. Ichigo grasped the man's wrists and held them above his head, leaning more of his weight on his hands to keep Grimmjow pinned to the bed.
All the while Shiro continued to work his hand in slow thrusts while he wrapped his pale lips around the head of the werecat's cock, smirking at the noises that escaped the man even with Ichigo keeping his mouth occupied. The near-albino added a second finger as he sucked down the length in his mouth, delighted with the strangled curse the blue haired man rewarded him with.
Grimmjow began struggling slightly in Ichigo's grasp, not really trying to escape but unable to hold still any longer. His hips jerked as he desperately tried to keep from either thrusting up into the hot mouth engulfing him or thrusting down onto the teasing digits inside him. He growled, the sound something similar to a moan, and pried open darkened blue eyes.
A third finger was added, further stretching him. Grimmjow's back arched away from the bed, easily lifting the smaller Caster still sitting atop him. Finally breaking the messy kiss, he let his head fall back, baring his teeth in pleasure as he gasped quietly.
Ichigo felt his cock twitch at the erotic sight right before his face as the powerful man writhed below him. Biting his full lower lip, the Caster looked over his shoulder and turned dark, chocolaty orbs on his twin. The paler man locked eyes with his King as he released Grimmjow's member with a quiet pop. He licked his pale lips suggestively, still looking up at Ichigo as he sat up and pulled his fingers from the man below them.
Grimmjow whined at the loss of the heat wrapped around his achingly hard member and the fingers that had been thrusting inside of him. He struggled a little harder in the Caster's grasp, drawing the human's attention back to him in the process. Warm hands spread his muscled legs wider while Shiro lined up.
He could have easily over powered both of the two humans had he the mind too, but damn was he enjoying their combined dominate sides.
With slow, careful motions, Shiro thrust forward until the head of his own cock pushed past the ring of tight muscle and he heard a sound of discomfort come from the cat. He watched Ichigo lean forward again and press gentle kisses to the feline's creased brow while he still held the man's arms pinned above his head. After a moment, Grimmjow began relaxing, his breaths already coming in little panting puffs. Shiro rocked forward, slowly sheathing himself the rest of the way in the man's tight heat. His moan was matched by the bluenette's own sound of pleasure as he came to a halt once again.
"Ahh...F...fuck..." Grimmjow's deep baritone was breathy and heavy with lust. He tilted his hips, forcing Shiro deeper inside of him.
The near-albino took the hint and, gripping the bluenette's hips in pale hands, slowly pulled back before snapping his hips forward and flush with Grimmjow's. A slow, steady pace was quickly found, drawing pleasurable sounds from Grimmjow and Shiro both.
Darkened, navy eyes swirled with need and lust as they looked up at the Caster's face, slightly flushed with arousal. Grimmjow pushed against the smaller man's grip, whining quietly when Ichigo didn't relent and give him his hands back. "I...Ichiiigo..." He moaned as Shiro continued thrusting into him. His voice was quiet, an almost pleading edge to it but it still held the dangerous power of a creature used to being in control. "let me taste you."
Ichigo groaned at the needy command and scooted forward on the man's broad chest, finally releasing Grimmjow's arms. Strong hands quickly wrapped around his lean hips, and before he could react, his hard member was engulfed by the bluenette laying below him. Grimmjow greedily sucked his cock, keeping rhythm with Shiro's pounding thrusts.
The werepanther moaned his pleasure as Shiro's deep thrusts found his prostate, the sound muffled but immensely pleasurable to the orange haired man. Ichigo worked the fingers of one hand into silken blue while he used his other to support his weight beside the panther's head. Grimmjow's grip on his hips tightened as he gasped, releasing Ichigo's member at a particularly well aimed and powerful thrust from Shiro.
Shiro, a slight smirk on his features, pulled one of the werecat's legs over his shoulder before repeating his brutal thrust. The feline cried out, his voice still deep and commanding even in the throws of relatively submissive passion.
Ichigo used the hand wound through messy blue hair to guide the panting feline back to his throbbing member. Grimmjow looked up at him through heavy lids and eagerly took him back into his furnace like mouth. One of the hands that had been gripping Ichigo's hip worked it's way around, a single finger dipping between round cheeks.
The Caster arched and gasped as, without preamble, that teasing digit plunged deep into his entrance. Still sucking in time with Shiro's increasingly brutal and fast pace, Grimmjow wasted very little time adding a second finger and pumped his hand back and forth as he moaned and gasped around Ichigo's cock.
"Shh...shit..." The breathy, moaning curse reached sensitive ears, but Grimmjow was too preoccupied to notice which of the humans it came from. Shiro wrapped his hand around Grimmjow's straining member, already slicked with beads of precum, and began pumping at an agonizingly slow pace compared to his pounding thrusts. The near-albino felt the man's hard cock pulse in his hand and he knew Grimmjow was close.
Heat pooled in his gut and moments later, white pulsed through Grimmjow's vision as he came harder than he had in quite a while, his seed splashing across Shiro's milky abdomen and hand. A deep moan worked up his throat as he rode out his release.
The vibrating sound was enough to push Ichigo over the edge and the Caster nearly came a second time as he panted, watching Grimmjow eagerly swallow his seed before releasing his spent cock.
At nearly the same time; Shrio cursed, thrusting deep one more time as tight heat constricted and pulsed around his member. His lean hips jerked as he released deep into the feline before falling forward and bracing his weight on shaking arms, planted on either side of Grimmjow's hips.
Grimmjow pulled his fingers from Ichigo and wrapped his powerful arms around the smaller man's waist, holding him as the three panted and fought to catch their lost breath, enjoying the euphoric haze they shared.
After a few moments, the three began to move around. Ichigo pulled loose from the werepanther's grip and slid off the bed to stand beside it. A very sated Grimmjow let his head fall back onto the pillow, his arms spread wide as he contemplated another nap after the rather satisfying and taxing round of sex.
Ichigo smirked at the pleased look on the man's angular features and pulled his boxers back on. He leaned forward and captured Grimmjow in a languid, sweet kiss before parting to pull his almost too tight jeans back on in preparation to rejoin Renji.
Reluctantly, Shiro too climbed to his feet and began readying for the day. As much as he would have loved to, it just wouldn't do to stay in bed with the enticing feline all day while they were supposed to be visiting Renji. He gave Ichigo a quick kiss before strolling over to where he had deposited his clothing the night before and quickly dressed himself.
"Ya comin', kitty cat?" Shiro asked, his lilting voice playful as he strode to the door, looking over his shoulder to see Grimmjow still laying across the bed and his brighter copy trailing close behind him.
"Yeah yeah" Grimmjow huffed in a good natured way, ignoring the 'kitty cat' comment. He stretched his arms over his head before sitting up as Shiro opened the door. He stood from the bed, wincing slightly when his first step sent a dull pain shooting through his spine and a tell tale ache presented it's self. A grin on his face, the feline grabbed the borrowed shorts from a night stand and quickly pulled them on, hiding his lower half as was apparently a necessity around most humans.
The three wandered out of the room and down the hall to find Renji standing in the kitchen. The red head looked up from what he was doing, a genuine smile crossing his tattooed features at seeing that his guests seemed to be in good moods. It was nice having them over just to hang out for the night, something that would definitely have to happen more often. He went back to the task at hand; making breakfast, before he spoke up.
"I don't have any raw meat that's not frozen... So I hope cooked will be ok" He said, a smile pulling at his lips as he glanced up at the feline turned man still standing in the door way to the kitchen area, still half in the hall way.
The twins entered the kitchen, pushing passed him like it was nothing, even knowing that he was more than a mere man. Had Renji not seen the way the werecreature interacted almost gently with the twins several times already, he wouldn't have believed it to be possible. In a strange way, it was almost as if the werepanther might have...loved the two men he seemed drawn to. It showed in the way he acted around them, a complete contradiction of his obvious wild and aggressive nature.
Shiro slid into a seat at the table and stifled a yawn behind a pale, black nailed hand while Ichigo approached Renji and offered his help. He wasn't a master chef or anything like the red head, but he knew his way around a kitchen well enough from living on his own for so long and taking care of himself and his brother.
"I think I can deal with that just this once" Grimmjow answered Renji's teasing statement, his smirk showing in his voice.
"Good, it's about ready then" Renji told the three men, picking up the pan and pulling four plates from a cupboard. He left a fifth plate on the counter just in case and began preparing the plates as Ichigo poured drinks. The red head smirked as he realized three of the glasses held juice while one held milk.
"Hey, Red, where's the midget? She never came back last night?" Shiro asked as he accepted a glass from King, downing half in a single, quick gulp.
Renji had told them Rukia had left sometime after he had departed for town to meet them and that she hadn't said anything about it to him. He didn't know where she went or why, though he had just assumed she had probably been upset about the prospect of having the werepanther staying with them and had fled to her brother's home while they visited.
The red head shrugged half heartedly. "Nope, she's probably upset about something or another and wont be back for a while. Or her crazy brother wants her to practice her swordsmanship again." He avoided speaking his theory out loud, not wanting to offend or upset either of his guests, though he was sure they probably filled in the blanks on their own. Rukia may have done very little to hide how she felt about Grimmjow and Shiro when they were around, but that didn't mean he had to be rude and tell them what she already hinted at.
The near-albino snorted and stood to help finish setting the table for what was sure to prove a delicious breakfast. Shiro would never understand Renji's skill in cooking, of all things, or where he had picked it up. The red headed, tattooed man certainly didn't look like the culinary type, but he sure as hell wasn't about to complain.
With the table set, the room smelling of perfectly cooked foods, Renji was about to beckon the bluenette who still leaned against the door way into the room to sit down with them when a loud thumping sounded throughout the house. All four jumped at the unexpected noise, Grimmjow turning where he stood to look at the front door just to his left.
The thump turned into an insistent knocking as someone pounded on the front door. Blue brows arched, the werepanther turned back to look at Renji, the owner of the house. The red head frowned and wiped his hands on a towel before stepping passed the feline and approaching the door, hoping all was ok and he wouldn't be getting bad news.
He opened the wooden portal, Grimmjow standing behind him. The bluenette's feline heritage helped his curiosity get the better of him and he peeked around the red head to see who was outside.
A tall figure, backlit and shadowed by the morning sun behind him, blocked most of the door way. Inky black hair hung loosely about his shoulders, lacking the sadistic spikes that had been present the first time Grimmjow had seen him but their was no mistaking who the man was. A wicked grin slowly spread across scarred, tanned features as Grimmjow let a deep, intimidating growl fill the pregnant and heavy silence.
The werepanther, in a protective gesture, grabbed Renji's shoulder in a harsh grip and forced the confused red head behind him. He rose to the balls of his bare feet, prepared for anything the damn brute might throw at him this time and wary of the sword he more than likely carried under his long coat. The feline bared over sharp teeth and snarled, pupils beginning to elongate in their sea of cyan iris as Grimmjow edged toward his resurrection in anticipation of the battle to come. He had underestimated the human the first time, he wouldn't make that mistake again.
The taller man, his single visible eye locked on the smaller bluenette chuckled in a dark glee, hoping that he would finally get his much anticipated rematch, before he was interrupted by a friendly, sing-song voice coming from behind him.
"Seems you two have history, perhaps letting Kenpachi lead the way was not a wise decision"
The brute labeled as Kenpachi rolled his single eye, grin falling to a slight frown of boredom and stepped away from the door to reveal a smaller, equally as odd blond man.
"You must be Grimmjow, La Pantera, then" The strange man said, a fan hiding most of his features but the excited smile that must have marred his face showed in his calm, grey eyes.
The feline didn't answer the man in words. He bared his teeth again and snarled, nostrils flaring as he caught the tangy, dangerous smell of silver. Anyone who carried silver on them on a regular basis must have known and understood what werecreatures were. The silver hidden on their persons coupled with the knowledge of his title made these men seem even more dangerous and put Grimmjow on edge.
The blond was unfazed, his eyes widening slightly but not in fear, rather in excitement and hope. It seemed that this man may indeed be the missing Fallen deidad.
"Would you be so kind as to grant us entry?" Urahara asked the aggressive and weary blue haired creature before him. "We have much to discuss."
Well, what do you guys think? Hope you enjoyed~ *if you're just going to complain about Grimmjow bottoming, please don't bother. He's hot as hell when he's dominate, but he's sexy as sin when he's being dominated X'3 *
ALSO, as suggested, I shall be doing a Q&A!
So ask away, everyone! It can be any random question you can think of; about this story, about one of my others (I wont post spoilers though, so if it's about the ending of one you may not get an answer) things pertaining to my writing, things not pertaining to my writing, whatever you would like know!
I will post the questions with the answers in a seprate file later on!