Footsteps echoed against the gray and white marble floor, as Grimmjow walked towards his destination, hands stuffed into pockets of the black pants to his uniform. Being one of the head guards to the King had it's perks. One of which included the uniforms. Unlike the lesser demon's, he was given a pair of baggy, black pants that were held up by a blood red sash, emblazoned with the King's insignia, along with a long, billowing jacket that had a deep V neck, showing off a chiseled expanse of his chest. Sewn onto the back of the jacket in red thread was his rank. Running a hand through his thick, teal hair, Grimmjow smirked, stopping in the middle of the hallway. His eyes darted over the black walls on either side of him as he bared his fangs in a wide grin.
"I know you're there," his deep voice filled the halls, and sent the torches, that hung from the walls, flickering. Almost immediately, a silvery cackle rang throughout the hallway, causing him to arch a fine eyebrow.
"Mah, Grimmy what brings ya ta these parts?" The distorted voice prickled against his eardrums, sending a slight shiver down his spine as a figure began to dissolve out of the shadows just in front of him. He immediately recognized the pale demon, dressed the same as he. Black nailed fingers curled under Grimmjow's chin when the man moved closer, teal orbs locking with devious gold. The albino smirked, his pale lips curling to show off one of his prominent fangs. "Weren't ya supposed ta be collecting souls, or did King ask ya here? He's been gettin pretty lonely lately." The pale demon purred, his eyes flickering with dark amusement. Grimmjow merely narrowed his eyes, and grabbed the hand underneath his chin, pulling the other demon closer so he could press his lips against the other's ear.
"Is he the one who's lonely, or is it you, Shirosaki?" He questioned darkly, letting a deep growl rumble in his throat. Grimmjow didn't miss the slight tremble that trailed through the other's body, letting a smirk curl onto his lips as he pulled back. The demon known as Shirosaki huffed, smoothing out the folds of his own jacket.
"You wouldn't satisfy me Grimm," Shirosaki stated, running a hand through his spiky white hair as he turned his back on the teal haired demon, making his way down the hall. Grimmjow could only stare after him, his blood boiling with something akin to rage, until the pale demon turned to glance back at him over his shoulder, and winked. "Are ya comin Grimm? Ya know King doesn't like ta wait," Shirosaki called, making Grimmjow shake his head, and scamper after him.
It wasn't long until the pair reached a set of polished, dark brown doors. On either side of the wood stood a guard, dressed in white and black robes. Each held a large scythe that curved over their heads as they eyed the two higher ranking demons from underneath their hoods. Shirosaki and Grimmjow stopped in front of the doors, waiting as one of the guards moved to pull it open for them. Once the entrance was open, the two walked into the throne room, their footsteps soft against the rich, gold and red carpet that led up to the throne itself. The pair stopped, falling to one knee, and placing one arm against their chests as they bowed to the man that sat on the large, stone chair. Neither dared to look up yet, keeping their heads bent in respect.
"What's this? What brings my two most trusted servants before me?" The two demons shuttered at the smooth baritone that echoed throughout the room. It was soft, sinful, and just a touch threatening, as nothing less was expected of their King. "You may rise." The command was whispered, barely meeting their ears, and laced with a slight hint of mirth. The two demons slowly rose to their feet, lifting their gazes to stare up at their King.
Brown eyes stared back at them, nearly shaded by the orange bangs that fell into them. The King gripped the edges of his throne, swinging his leg, that had been flung over the armrest, onto the ground before slowly standing up. The deep crimson robe, that had been around his shoulders slid off, pooling onto the throne and revealing their lord's bare torso, the lithe muscles flexing underneath that tan skin as he stepped down the few stone steps to come to a stop in front of them. Long, tan fingers curled around Grimmjow's and Shirosaki's shoulders, causing both to turn to keep the man in their sights as he moved between them. Although it wasn't hard to lose the King, what with those swirling brown eyes that sometimes seemed too deep, and the mass of orange spikes that rested on top of his head, falling down to rest at the nape of his neck. He often stuck out like a sore thumb, especially since he liked to run around with his upper torso bared, choosing only to wear a pair of baggy, black pants that were held up by the red sash that wrapped around his lithe hips. Small, golden hoops hung off the sides of the sash, a sign of royalty. As was the tattoo that spread from his spine in sharp, jagged points, down to his elbow on his left arm, and around to his chest on the right.
"Come, let us talk somewhere private," that smooth baritone spoke again, as the orange haired male turned towards the open doors that led out to the balcony. Grimmjow and Shirosaki shared a knowing look before following after the stronger, more powerful demon, making sure to close the doors once they joined him out onto the balcony. The King stood with his back to them, long fingers curled around the railing as he stared out at the black sands that spread around his castle, large rivers of fire splitting through the landscape.
"My liege," Grimmjow spoke, taking a small step towards the other. Brown eyes snapped back to look at him, orange brows furrowed in annoyance.
"What did I tell you two about calling me that crap when we are alone?" The King snapped, turning to face the other two demons, arms crossed over his bare chest, and a dark scowl on his lips. Shirosaki chuckled, moving to stand in front of the orange haired demon.
"Forgive us, Ichigo. We never know whose ears are listenin in," he purred, lifting a pale hand up to slide through the King's soft hair. Giving it a slight tug, he smirked when Ichigo growled, batting his hand away.
"If anyone is eavesdropping, I'll just have to kill them. Feed them to the Hell Hounds," the King mumbled, waving his hand dismissively. Shirosaki's smirk widened as Grimmjow let out a rather loud purr as he stepped forward, nuzzling against the King's tan neck.
"I love when you talk dirty," he murmured against Ichigo's neck, making the orange head snort as he rolled his eyes.
"Only you would find maiming and killing a turn on Grimmjow." Long fingers brushed through teal locks as the King spoke. The teal haired demon nipped at his neck in response before those lips trailed up his neck to his ear. Ichigo shivered as the other licked his ear lobe before whispering into it.
"Not only me, my lord. Don't you remember just the other day Shirosaki came back from his mission covered in blood, letting his tongue lick at it lazily before you threw him against the wall and finished the job for him?" Those lips moved sinfully against Ichigo's ear as Grimmjow continued to whisper, pushing him against the railing of the balcony, pinning him in place. "You're just as bad as we are Ichigo, if not worse."
Shirosaki smirked as he watched Grimmjow whisper naughty things into their King's ear. He could tell that whatever the teal haired demon was saying was riling up the orange haired ruler. Those chestnut brown eyes had darkened to nearly complete black pools, the flames that flared around them flickering against those glassy orbs. Full, pink lips had been parted, showcasing the orange head's canines as they grew, sharpening into points that were immediately buried into Grimmjow's shoulder. The teal haired demon let out a roar, his nails sharpening as they dug into the stone balcony. Letting out a chuckle, Shirosaki brought a hand up, slowly removing the small, black buttons to his jacket before shrugging it off his shoulders. Ichigo's eyes snapped towards the movement, fangs still buried in Grimmjow's skin as he watched that black fabric slide off of pale shoulders.
Shirosaki shivered as those black eyes slid over his exposed skin, leaving a tingling fire in their wake. Ichigo's power swirled around them, thick in the air as it seeped into their skin. Gold eyes watched as Grimmjow's legs began to shake, and Ichigo slowly forced him onto his knees. Slowly removing his fangs, the orange haired demon crooked a finger towards Shirosaki. The pale demon's eyes widened as he felt something wrap around his neck, connected to the black chains that appeared out of thin air. Gold eyes followed those chains to find the end wrapped around Ichigo's hand. The orange haired ruler gave a slight tug, forcing Shirosaki to stumble forward until he stood before the pair now kneeling on the floor. The King's fingers brushed over the black stitching of the royal mark on his sash, while those black eyes fell half lidded.
"I've often wondered how I snared two powerful demons such as you into my royal guards. Especially since you are both more than capable of killing me...in my sleep that is." Both demons shivered as the orange haired ruler's voice twisted, becoming thick like honey as he breathed out his words, a dark glint forming in his eyes as he hissed the last part. Black eyes snapped up towards Shirosaki's face, making a large lump form in the pale demon's throat. Shirosaki more than knew what sort of mood his King was in, but nonetheless, let Ichigo slowly raise to his feet, his lips trailing over pale skin as he moved, nothing more than a feather light touch. Just enough to make Shirosaki's skin tingle as fire erupted in his veins. The things the orange haired demon could do. His power was intoxicating, his body sinful, and his blood lust undeniably delicious. Shirosaki's breath hitched when those treacherous lips paused at his ear, the King's body close enough that he could feel the heat from the very fires of hell rolling off of him.
"Let me see your wings, Shiro." The pale demon groaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure at the way Ichigo purred his name seductively, his voice dripping with lust. He could feel those warm fingers tracing between his shoulder blades lazily, the King's breath sweet against his skin, and filling his senses. He smelled like the sins of the mortals that roamed the living realm, completely intoxicating to even the strongest of demons. Weaker beings melted like a puddle of goo at his feet, for just a small taste of the sweet nectar that permeated the air around the orange haired ruler.
Smirking darkly to himself, Shirosaki stepped away from the King, who returned to Grimmjow's side. The teal haired demon was still on his knees, cyan eyes cloudy, and the pupils dilated. Ichigo's hand slid into teal locks, making Grimmjow purr and lean into the soft touch, only to have the King twist his hand, pulling harshly at the strands, and turning that purr into a low groan. Shirosaki merely shook his head, knowing full well that Grimmjow was not himself at the moment. It would seem that Ichigo had injected his venom into the other when he had bit him. It was not meant to kill, or even harm the victim. It's purpose was for a different, more pleasurable purpose.
"I'm waiting Shirosaki, or do I have to bite you too?" Gold eyes snapped towards the orange head when he spoke, to find those black eyes shining ominously back at him. Saying nothing, the pale demon closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. When those golden orbs snapped open again, they had changed, swirling like molten lava with shades of orange and red blending with the normal, gleaming gold. Slowly, the shadows on the ground began to slink towards him, as if drawn in by some invisible force to form around his shoulders. Once all the shadows had blended together, they formed two black, feathered wings that curled over Shirosaki's shoulders menacingly. Relaxing his body, the pale demon gulped in deep breaths of air, spreading his newly formed wings out in order to stretch them.
Ichigo, who had remained as still as a statue, watching the entire spectacle, now stepped away from Grimmjow. Taking long, sure strides, the orange haired ruler circled his servant, lips pulled up into a slight smirk as his eyes trailed over the fine, black feathers. The light from the fires blazing around the palace spread onto the ebony wings, revealing the purple, blue, and green shimmers usually hidden in the dark.
"Beautiful," the King whispered, reaching a hand out to run the silk like feathers through his fingers, before tracing the curve of the wings. Shirosaki allowed his King to move, to touch as he saw fit, delighting in the sparks of pleasure even the smallest of touches brought forth. One of Ichigo's hands threaded into his hair, pulling his head back. Molten gold eyes widened at the sudden movement, as he bit his lip to keep from making any sound. "Take Grimmjow up to my rooms. I'll be there shortly." And there is was. The order Shirosaki had been waiting for. All three knew how strange it would look if they were to disappear into the King's private chambers together, so Ichigo always entrusted him to bring Grimmjow there by means of flight so as not to get caught. He and Grimmjow were Ichigo's personal body guards, so it wouldn't look strange to see them scouring the skies around the King's rooms, looking for any possible 'dangers'.
When Shirosaki gave off a slight grunt, the orange haired ruler released his hair, before turning towards the doors. Long fingers paused on the doors, as Ichigo turned to glance back at the two demons behind him. "I expect you there when I appear. If not, well...you know what will happen," the King stated, grinning demonically as he slid through the doors, and disappeared inside the castle. Shirosaki waited until the doors had clicked closed once more, before walking over to where Grimmjow knelt. Placing a hand on his hip, he cocked his head to the side as he surveyed the teal haired demon. Grimmjow's eyes lifted, and Shirosaki watched his lips twitch as he tried to form words.
"It's no use ya big brute. Just keep quiet and hold on tight," the pale demon commanded, gathering the teal haired demon into his arms. He grunted under the weight, even though he was used to it. Grimmjow's arms locked around his neck as tightly as possible, as he took to the dark skies. Grimmjow buried his face into the crook of the other's neck, stiffening as Shirosaki flew seamlessly higher and higher into the air. The pale demon merely smirked, narrowing his eyes against the wind that beat against his face. "Scared of heights, eh? Ya really are a fuckin cat aren't ya?" Shirosaki taunted in a sing song tone, growling when the teal haired demon bit into his neck in retaliation.
"Werecat. Get it right ya bastard," Grimmjow snarled against his skin, making the albino demon chuckle.
"Still a cat." Shirosaki murmured under his breath, slowing down to hover outside one of the windows of the highest tower of the castle. He eyed the tinted glass, barely making out the red and black curtains that covered it from the inside. "Ya know what ta do ya damn Werecat," he stated, making Grimmjow hiss in contempt. The teal haired demon lifted his head, turning it towards the window. Slowly untangling one arm from around the other's neck, he held it out towards the glass. He twisted his hand around, tightening it into a fist as his cyan colored eyes flared. A soft click resounded as the window unlocked and Shirosaki flew closer for Grimmjow to pull it open. In a matter of seconds, they slipped through, landing on the plush, black carpet that covered the King's bed chambers.
Tossing Grimmjow onto the silk, red blankets and pillows that covered the bed, Shirosaki's wings vanished as he stepped over towards the large, oak dresser that rested against one of the walls. Pale fingers trailed over the many objects that lay on top of the polished surface, pausing when he came across a pile of black silk. A sly smirk curled onto his lips as he plucked one of the sashes off of the dresser, curling it around his fists and tugging to make sure it would hold before turning to face the teal haired demon still curled up on the bed. Grabbing the rest of the silk, Shirosaki appeared at the edge of the bed in a blink of an eye, making Grimmjow scoot further up onto the mattress until his back hit the many pillows.
"What do ya think you're doin?" The Werecat hissed, baring his fangs as Shirosaki straddled his waist, raising a pale, white brow in amusement. The albino demon snatched one of Grimmjow's wrists, and began wrapping the black silk around it, ignoring the Werecat's struggles, curses, and demands to be let go.
"Hush now. Don't ya want ta give our King a surprise?" Shirosaki purred darkly, making Grimmjow pause in his struggles. The pale demon took this time to finish tying him up, making sure the knots were tight around the frame of the bed. With his task finished, the albino crawled off of the bed to survey his work. Tapping a black nailed finger against his chin, his grinned. "Ya hav' too many clothes on, but that's an easy fix." With that said, the pale demon grabbed the dagger resting on the nightstand next to him, allowing the blade to scrape against the surface. Teal orbs widened as that scratching sound sliced through the silence in the room, and he struggled furiously against his binds. Shirosaki appeared over him again, trailing the tip of the blade down the front of his coat, as golden eyes flashed playfully.
"Now stay still, or you'll lose more blood than I have planned."
The King of Hell ascended the smooth, stone steps to his private chambers, a deep scowl etched onto his face. Behind him, a petite, raven haired demon chattered happily about who the hell knows what. As soon as he'd stepped back into the throne room, leaving his two favorites out on the balcony, the young woman had appeared out of the shadows, carrying her 'cute' little bunny. Ichigo still couldn't imagine how she found the thing cute, with its beady, red eyes, and long, carnivorous fangs, not to mention its ratted up white fur and torn ear. Even to him, the most powerful and feared of all demons, that thing was scary as fuck.
"Are you even listening to me?" The shrill voice brought Ichigo back to reality, and he sighed, glancing at the young demon out of the corner of his eye. Violet eyes stared back, dark with a murderous gleam as if daring him to ignore her.
"Yes Rukia, I've been listening," he grumbled, running a hand through his hair as they finally made it to the top of the stairs. The young woman huffed, clutching the mutant bunny closer to her frame as she gave him a disapproving look.
"Then what did I say?" She challenged, smirking when the orange haired ruler gave her an annoyed look. Reaching out a clawed hand, the King narrowed his eyes at her, fixing the petite frame with a hard look.
"That your brother wishes to meet with me before All Hollow's Eve," he retorted, relishing in the shocked, yet slightly angered expression that flitted across her face. Squaring her shoulders, Rukia nodded sharply before turning on her heel. Ichigo merely stared after her, shaking his head as he waved a hand dismissively at her retreating back. That girl was about as sociable as a corpse, making him wonder how they had ever managed to get along so well for so long.
Scowling, the orange haired ruler twisted the silver, snake like handle to his door, enjoying the slight hiss that seeped out as the thick wood was pulled open. All he wanted to do was relax, and forget about his duties as the King of Hell for a mere few hours, even though that wish was about as likely to be granted as was a truce being formed with the angels. It just didn't happen.
Grumbling to himself, Ichigo stepped into his chambers, letting the door close with a soft click as he drew in a long, relaxing breath. He swore that if anything else disturbed him, he was going to rain fire on the entire world. The sound of a strangled moan brought his attention to what was going on around him, and he turned to face the entirety of his room, only to stop dead in his tracks, eyes wide and eyebrows shooting into his hairline. Well now, that was a pleasing sight to walk into. A devious smirk curled onto his lips as he drank in the sight before him.
Grimmjow lay thrashing against the red silk that covered his bed, wrists and ankles tied to the dark, mahogany posts of the bed frame, a deep red blush covering the bridge of his sharp nose, and cyan, cat like eyes wide and unseeing. The long, black coat to his uniform lay in tatters around him, baring his sculpted upper body that was marred by multiple shallow cuts. Blood pooled from the wounds, creating small rivers that followed the planes of his body and soaked into the waistline of his pants that hung loosely from his hips since the red sash had been removed.
Fierce, brown orbs watched as a blue tongue came out to run along one of the wounds, lapping up the blood before flicking against a hardened nipple, tearing another needy moan from the panting Werecat. Long fingers twisted into the black silk binding them as Grimmjow arched into the pale demon's touch, groaning when black nails raked over his chest.
Leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest, Ichigo continued to watch the pair, a dark flame flickering to life in his gaze. Shirosaki continued to move down the Werecat's body, hungrily licking the small rivers of crimson away, eliciting more mewls from the body beneath him. Golden eyes flared as the albino finally pulled back, leaving only their hips connected where he straddled the withering blunette. Running black nailed fingers through spiky white locks, the albino smirked, licking away the blood that stained his lips a deep red.
"Mmm...ya taste divine Grimmy," Shirosaki purred, dragging one finger down the bluenette's chest as he rocked his hips slightly, making the body beneath him arch and twist in his restraints.
"A-Ah...fu...fuck," Grimmjow managed to get out between harsh pants, biting down roughly on his bottom lip to stop what was most likely to be a needy moan from tearing from his mouth. Shirosaki swooped down, replacing teeth with his lips in silencing the pleasure filled cries, his blue tongue snaking into the Werecat's mouth.
Ichigo bit his lip to stifle the deep groan that rumbled in his chest as heat pooled in his groin, making his cock twitch to life. He'd wanted to remain quiet so he could continue to enjoy the scene playing out before him, but that one, soft sound seemed to alert the pair on the bed that they were no longer alone. Lips parted, leaving only a small string of saliva, between the pair, that snapped when gold eyes turned to pin Ichigo in place. A sinister grin morphed onto Shirosaki's face, sending a slight shiver down the orange haired ruler's spine.
"Hiya there King! Enjoying the show?" The albino demon purred, purposefully grinding his hips down into the other, and dragging a deep, guttural moan from Grimmjow. Smirking, Ichigo pushed away from the wall, his bare feet moving soundlessly across the black carpet, hands at his sides. Gold on black eyes watched his movements, a pale brow raising in question when the orange haired ruler came to a stop next to a high backed, red velvet cushioned chair that sat in the corner of the room. Taking a seat, Ichigo crossed one leg over the other, resting an elbow against the armrest, and placing his chin against the palm of his hand.
"I am enjoying it. Did I tell you to stop?" Brown eyes darkened with raging lust as the King spoke, his voice husky with pleasure. A sly smirk curled onto pale lips at his words, and the albino slid a hand up to his neck, curling it around the delicate skin.
"If it pleases you, my King," Shirosaki murmured, using his free hand to rake his nails over Grimmjow's chest. "I'll continue." The pale demon paid no mind to the small whimper that escaped the Werecat's tightly sealed lips, leaning down to attach his teeth to the side of that lightly tanned neck.
Ichigo leaned back in his chair, dark brown eyes glowing even shrouded in shadows as he relished in the sight before him. His gaze traveled over the pale demon's back, down to the mouth watering ass that was hidden beneath the flowing fabric of his black pants. A soft groan spilled from his lips as he imagined being sheathed inside that tight, warm heat that fit him like a glove. He was the only one allowed to take the two before him, and take he did on nearly a nightly basis. They were addictive, these two demons. More so than even the forbidden fruit that had tempted so many to sin.
"Nngh...s-son of a...bitch," Grimmjow's deep, throaty voice groaned out, his words turning into a moan as Shirosaki moved further down his body, tongue laving and tasting his skin leisurely. That blue tongue swirled around one of his nipples, making him clench his fingers around black silk in a white knuckle grip, before sharp teeth bit down, making his eyes snap wide open. Blunt teeth pierced his bottom lip in a vain effort to keep the sounds from bubbling up out of his throat, the sounds still rumbling low in his chest.
"Ah, ah Grimmy...I want to hear you," Shirosaki purred darkly, crawling even lower down the bluenette's body, his tongue tracing the waistline of Grimmjow's pants. Swirling gold on black eyes narrowed as he gripped the black cloth with his teeth, giving it a slight tug. A pale brow rose slyly as black nailed fingers slid up those long, muscled legs until they curled into the waistband of those billowing, black pants. Slowly and deliberately, Shirosaki began to slide those pants off of Grimmjow's legs, licking his lips as the glistening tip of his bulging erection came into view. Cool breath ghosted over the heated skin, pale lips barely caressing the head, and making the Werecat tremble, a deep growl like moan spilling from his mouth.
Grinning sinisterly to himself, the pale demon swirled his tongue around the head of the bluenette's erection, gathering up the precum that beaded from the tip, a low groan rumbling in his throat at the bitter taste. Leaning further down, Shirosaki engulfed the other, black nails digging into slim hips when Grimmjow arched off the bed, a strangled cry falling from his lips.
The King of Hell licked his lips, sharp nails clicking against the armrest to his chair as brown eyes blazed. The pleasure filled cries from the bluenette played against his eardrums, sliding along his skin like the finest silk, and drawing a burning fire from deep within his body that lashed out from him in dark waves of lust. An orange brow rose in amusement when Shirosaki lifted his head off of Grimmjow's pulsing member in order to glance over his shoulder, hooded gold on black eyes fixed on the dresser behind him. Brown orbs followed his gaze when the sound of glass rattling prickled against his ears, and Ichigo watched a small glass vile disappear off of the tray it had been placed on, only to reappear in the albino's curled hand.
Lifting onto his knees, Shirosaki cocked his head to the side, staring down at Grimmjow with a tantalizing smirk as he worked the glass, snake head topper off, before tipping the vile and allowing the clear contents to spill over his finger tips. Cyan eyes widened, trained on the pale fingers as they rubbed together, and Grimmjow began to squirm more, a desperate whimper falling from his lips. Shirosaki merely purred in delight at this, crawling back up the teal haired demon's body to hover over him, lips brushing softly over his temple before they rested at his ear. A groan fell from Grimmjow's mouth as a blue tongue flickered out to toy with his ear, the albino's heavy breath spreading over his skin and making a shutter trail throughout his body.
"That's it Grimm," Shirosaki murmured, nipping at the bluenette's ear lobe as one, black nailed finger teased the other's puckered entrance, "Don't hold back." And with that said, the albino slid a finger inside the bluenette, breath hitching as the Werecat twisted and pulled at his restraints, eyes closed, and mouth open as a deep pleasure filled scream echoed through the room. Leaning down, Shirosaki quieted the trembling Werecat with a nipping kiss, tongues tangling as he worked another finger inside the tight entrance, scissoring his fingers to stretch him.
The bluenette's head thrashed, effectively breaking the kiss when he arched as a third finger was introduced inside of him, the tips of those digits brushing a small bundle of nerves that had his vision blurring and pleasure skyrocketing up his spine. Golden eyes drank up the sight hungrily, heat flooding his veins as the sounds went directly to his cock. Shirosaki was trembling, wanting, needing to feel his King's touch. Tilting his head, his gaze locked with shimmering brown orbs, making a soft groan break through his concentration. A smirk twitched at the corner of the orange haired ruler's lips when the albino pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on it to try and cage in anymore sounds.
"Nngh! P-Please...more." Grimmjow's pleading voice brought Shirosaki back to what he was doing, the speed of his fingers quickening until he had those blue eyes rolling into the back of the Werecat's head. The bluenette's entire body stiffened, ready to take the plunge into the abyss of pleasure only to have the albino withdraw his hand, making him whimper dejectedly. Pulling back, Shirosaki turned to face his King, golden orbs dark with lust.
"He's ready for you, my lord." He whispered breathily, shivering when Ichigo slowly rose out of his chair. He could only watch as the orange haired ruler stalked towards the edge of the bed, his movements slow and deliberate as if he was a predator circling his prey, those brown eyes darkening into pure black pools when he came to stand at the side of the bed. Reaching a hand out, the orange haired ruler ran a long nail over the bluenette's heaving chest, a feral grin twisting onto his lips when Grimmjow arched into the touch, begging for more.
"I want you to take him." Blue and gold widened in a surprised sort of shock at the hiss that fell from Ichigo's mouth, dark and seductive. Swallowing thickly, Shirosaki turned to glance down at the stiffened form of the Werecat beneath him, a shiver trailing over his skin.
"W-What?" He questioned dumbly, shaking his head to clear his mind. He couldn't have heard the King right. Ichigo would never give up a chance to claim what was his.
"Did you not hear me! I said take him!" The King hissed out, snaking a hand into silver spikes to yank the albino's head towards him. Black eyes burned into gold, making his point clear. There would be no questioning the King tonight. Biting his bottom lip, the pale demon glanced down at Grimmjow out of the corner of his eye, a sympathetic look flitting across his face. He wouldn't deny the deep pleasure he felt at the chance to dominate the bluenette, but a small pang of sympathy managed to edge it's way in. "He'll get his revenge later, so stop stalling," Ichigo demanded, his grip tightening in silver locks. Nodding his head as best he could, the albino let out a relieved breath when his hair was released, and he slowly moved trembling fingers to the red sash that kept his pants in place. The silk ran through his fingers as long, tan fingers yanked it from his grasp. The baggy black fabric fell from his hips, having nothing to hold it up anymore, and Shirosaki gave a slight hiss when his erection was introduced to the cool air around him.
Situating himself between Grimmjow's trembling legs, he looked down into pleading cyan orbs. Shirosaki took his time, trailing his fingers lightly over the Werecat's inner thighs, over his hip bones, and back down again, making the bluenette's breath hitch. Gripping his erection with one hand, the albino aligned himself with the other's twitching hole, rubbing over it teasingly, groaning when Grimmjow's hips bucked.
"J-Just fuckin d-do it!" The teal haired demon groaned, his head falling back onto the pillows, eyes clenched tightly closed, and fingers wrapped deathly tight around the black silk that pinned them down. Taking a deep breath to relax himself, Shirosaki snapped his hips forward, his eyes sliding closed in bliss as the warm, tight heat wrapped around his throbbing length. "A-Ah! Fuck!" Grimmjow's cry made him snap his eyes open, black nails digging lines into the other's chest as he pulled almost all the way out, only to thrust into him yet again, this time deeper, eliciting strangled groans from both men.
"H-Holy shit! So...tight!" Shirosaki groaned, shifting his legs into a better position so he could pound into the willing body beneath him. Grimmjow's load moans and screams of pleasure had his blood boiling in his body, his hair falling into his eyes as he continued to piston in and out of the bluenette. A slight gasp fell from the albino demon's mouth as smooth lips trailed kisses up his spine. He could feel the fangs gliding across his skin, making his back stiffen as he waited for them to plunge into his body. What he wasn't expecting was the red silk that fell across his eyes, making him stop his thrusts. A pleading whimper sounded from Grimmjow at the loss of movement, and he hissed as the Werecat clenched around him.
"Did I tell you to stop Shiro? Do you want to make me mad?" The dark purr that was whispered into his ear, as the silk was tied in place, made him shake his head feverishly, and he quickly complied, thrusting back into the moist heat that seemed to pull him in. Black nailed fingers curled around the bluenette's hips in order to keep him rooted. Without his eye sight, he had to rely on his other senses to lead him, each of those heightened to the brink that each small touch and sound had him groaning low in pleasure.
"Hah! H-Harder! Damn it Shiro, f-faster!" Grimmjow growled out darkly, clenching around the pale demon again and eliciting a low hiss from pale lips. Shirosaki complied, grip tightening around the bluenette's hips as he quickened his pace, tearing a scream from the Werecat as he slammed into his prostate head on.
The pale demon shuttered when he felt a sharp nail trace down his spine before warm fingers began kneading the flesh of his ass, pulling the cheeks apart. The next second something cool and wet slid across his entrance, making him hang his head and grit his teeth. His thrusts became nearly erratic as a slick muscle worked it's way into his entrance. That muscle continued to toy with his insides, soon joined by two fingers that stretched him, and it took all of his effort to stay upright on trembling arms. A deep, guttural moan fell from his lips when the tongue teasing his insides flicked steadily over his prostate a few times before pulling back.
Shirosaki inhaled sharply when he felt the bed dip next to them, his bones turning to liquid when long fingers curled around his hips. He could feel the end of something blunt rub against his prepped entrance, and the hot breath on his neck as a chest pressed against his back. "Scream for me Shiro." Those dark words had barely been processed by his foggy mind before he was filled, tearing a ragged scream from his throat. The orange haired ruler didn't start out slow and steady, choosing instead to tear into the body beneath him at neck breaking speed, a deep growl rumbling in his chest.
The pale demon could only gasp and moan as he was pounded into, the orange haired ruler's thrusts guiding his own. Moving his hands, Shirosaki leaned over Grimmjow's withering body, curling his fingers into the red silk blankets as he clenched his eyes behind the fold. He could feel heat pooling into his groin, alerting him that he was close, oh so very close to being thrust over the edge and into oblivion. "Nngh...Ichi."
Grimmjow peaked his eyes open as the albino's needy voice rang against his eardrums, his gaze immediately falling onto molten brown over the pale demon's shoulder, and he watched as their King parted his lips, showcasing the sharp, pointed fangs that framed those plump lips. The Werecat watched as those fangs pierced a pale shoulder, before his eyes fluttered closed again when Ichigo curled an arm around the albino to wrap long fingers around his erection. Thrashing his head from side to side, Grimmjow could only moan out his pleasure as he was finally knocked over the edge when Ichigo dug a nail into the slit of his erection, making him release all over the King's fingers.
Shirosaki shuttered as he felt the tight heat around him convulse and tighten. Gritting his teeth, he continued to piston into the warm body beneath him, arching his spine in pleasure when Ichigo struck his prostate, and he too was hurled over the edge, filling the bluenette to the brim as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "F-Fuck!" He gasped out, curling his fingers to keep upright as the orange haired ruler continued to thrust into him. Long fingers curled around his neck, choking off his airway as the fangs still buried in his neck dug deeper. A low growl rumbled against his skin as Ichigo slammed his hips flush against the albino's as he finally released.
The steady thrum of power and lust lingered in the air as the three remained still, panting to get air back into their lungs. Ichigo was the first to pull away, rolling off to the side to land on his back next to Grimmjow, who lay with his eyes closed. Pale fingers curled around the red cloth around his eyes, and Shirosaki tugged it down to land around his neck, blinking golden eyes open. A light blush spread across his cheeks as he stared down at the Werecat, moving to untie the silk around his wrists with trembling fingers.
Teal eyes slitted open when he felt his arms and legs freed, only to huff out a breath when a pale body fell on top of his. Glancing down he got an eye full of white spikes, and he sighed running his fingers through the silk like hair.
"You'd better rest up while you can. Grimm still needs ta get his revenge sometime tonight." Gold on black eyes snapped open, and Shirosaki gulped lifting his head to stare down into flaming, teal orbs. A feral grin slowly twisted onto Grimmjow's face making his shiver.
Ichigo watched the two demons interact, grinning like the sinister King of Hell he was.