Knock knock
"Oh, please come in."
Grimmjow sighs quietly, turning the door handle and striding inside.
Lounging behind his well organized and clutter free desk is none other than his boss, Aizen, his hands clasped together over his chest as he silently watches Grimmjow close the door behind him.
Aizen's office is on the top floor of the office building, further away from all of the other workers where Aizen can lounge around and pretend to run the damn company to his hearts content.
The office itself is four times the size of Grimmjow's, the walls all being glass windows to overlook the bit of flourishing countryside not so far away.
Shoving his hands into his pants pockets, Grimmjow clears his throat loudly.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Indeed I did, Mr Jaegerjaquez."
Aizen glances behind Grimmjow, raising an eyebrow.
"You did not bring your new Neko with you? I was rather intrigued to meet him, especially after what Mr Cifer shared with me."
Damn Ulquiorra, why can't he just keep some shit to himself?
"Well, he's kind of not used to meeting so many new people, so I thought it was best to leave him with Ulquiorra for now."
"I see, well, I'm sure I will get to meet the unique little thing soon enough."
Grimmjow sure as hell doesn't like the way Aizen refers to Ichigo, but chooses to bite his tongue this time.
Aizen reaches into his desk, slapping a large Manila folder down on top of it.
"I wanted to see you Mr Jaegerjaquez because I have a proposal in mind for you."
"A proposal?"
"Yes, I've already written the contract and legal means down in this folder for you to sign, if you choose to agree, that is."
"Agree with what?" Grimmjow asks, now dumbfounded at what Aizen could possibly want from him.
Aizen smirks coyly, making Grimmjow clench his jaw in frustration.
"Your male Neko is named Ichigo, correct?"
Grimmjow only nods, not trusting himself to speak right now.
"And Mr Cifer was correct in telling me that Ichigo is part female and can produce offspring?"
Shit, he doesn't like where this is going.
"Yeah, he can, what about it?"
"Well, Neko's such as Ichigo are quite the rarity, I had Gin look up some more information for me. Do you know what a litter of even just three from him would be worth, even if he were bred with a normal male Neko?"
Grimmjow takes a deep, calming breath before he answers.
"Look, Mr Sousuke, I'm not planning on breeding Ichigo at all, so it doesn't matter to me."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Because he's not just a pet to me, I'd never force him into doing something like that just for some extra money, it's wrong."
Aizen leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing.
"I see, so no amount of money would change your mind?"
"No."
If he wasn't his boss, Grimmjow would have strode over and socked him right in the face by now.
Barely managing to push his anger back down, Grimmjow glances around the large office warily.
"Where is Shiro? Ulquiorra said you'd brought him in with you."
Aizen chuckles, brushing a stray strand of hair away from his face.
"Oh, Shiro? I believe he went for a wander around with Gin, you know how curious Neko's can be, don't you?"
Grimmjow blinks back at him, before gritting his teeth and hastily making for the office door.
"Oh, Mr Jaegerjaquez?"
Grimmjow pauses with his hand on the door handle, his blood now boiling and his heart thundering in his chest.
"What?"
"If you do change your mind about Ichigo, do let me know."
Grimmjow growls, wrenching open the door and rushing out into the long corridor.
If that albino bastard has put even one claw on Ichigo, Aizen be damned, he's gonna rip his fucking head off.
Ulquiorra eyes the two Neko's chattering away in the corner of his office, shuffling some paperwork idly.
Ichigo wanders over to Ulquiorra's desk, his ears drooping slightly.
"Yes, Ichigo?"
"Can I go use the bathroom?"
Ulquiorra nods, getting up from his desk.
"Of course, the male Neko bathroom is just round the corner from here, I will show you."
Ichigo scowls, shaking his head.
"I can go on my own, you know. I'm not gonna run off or anything."
"Grimmjow has entrusted me with you, Ichigo, I can't let you wander around alone."
Orihime wanders over to them, clinging to Ichigo's arm.
"Ulquiorra, I can show Ichigo the way and then bring him back, if that's okay?"
Ulquiorra sighs, but seems to relent, gesturing towards the office door.
"Fine, but I am trusting you to behave, the both of you."
"Oh we will, I promise Ulquiorra!" Orihime giggles.
She drags Ichigo out of the office and down to the end of the corridor, taking a sharp turn to the right.
There are two doors in front of them, one with the sign 'Male' and one with the sign 'female'.
"I'll wait right here for you Ichigo, don't worry!"
Ichigo nods, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
Thankfully, the male Neko bathroom is empty, so Ichigo quickly uses the facilities and then heads over to the set of pristine white row of sinks, washing his claws under the lukewarm water.
As he does, his mind starts to wander, thoughts of Grimmjow flooding into his mind.
He feels so damn lucky to have found someone who doesn't care about his obvious differences, and someone who actually cares about him as more than just some obedient little pet to order around.
It's actually funny, and quite scary, how comfortable he already feels around the older human male.
But something else is starting to niggle at him.
Every time Grimmjow touches him, or scratch that, every time Grimmjow even looks at him, something weird stirs inside of him, making his cheeks heat up and his belly start doing somersaults.
Surely it's not normal for him to feel this way, in fact, it must be very wrong.
Grimmjow is his owner, and he's a human, not a Neko like himself.
These strange feelings building up inside of him will pass, but until then, he just has to keep his cool and not let Grimmjow find out about them.
Turning off the water, Ichigo starts to dry his claws on the clean towels next to the sinks.
"Well well, ya sure are prettier than I was expectin, Ichi."
Ichigo spins around at the unfamiliar maniac voice, his eyes wide as his heart roars in his chest.
Leaning against the opposite wall is another male Neko, this one an Albino with matching snow white spiked hair, his strange yellow and black eyes staring at Ichigo, and his long pure white tail curled around one of his legs.
And for some odd reason, he does bear a weird kind of resemblance to Ichigo himself.
Ichigo gulps, his eyes darting toward's the closed bathroom door.
The Albino quirks an eyebrow at him, his pale lips twisting into a smirk.
"Surely ya aren't scared of lil old me, are ya?"
Ichigo can smell the other's strong scent from here, so rich and masculine, and despite himself, Ichigo shudders, turning away from the still smirking Neko as the heavy smell invades his senses.
Ichigo doesn't understand why though, other male's don't usually have this effect on him until-
Oh, shit.
It couldn't be, it's too early, and there's been so signs yet, there's always some kind of warning-
A cold nose brushes against the side of his neck, and Ichigo immediately tenses up, his claws scrapping against the sink.
Warm breath ghosts across his neck, the white Neko inhaling deeply as his white claws grab onto Ichigo's hips from behind.
Ichigo whimpers low in response as the other rolls his hips against Ichigo's clothed backside, feeling something hard poking him through the fabric.
"Ya like that, Ichi? Ya know, ya shouldn't be roaming around here alone when yer heat's just about to hit, someone might take advantage of ya."
As the other continues to roll his hips against him, a blue tongue comes out to lick slowly at the side of his neck, and Ichigo can feel his cheeks flame up, his mind screaming at him to kick this bastard's ass, but his body not letting him and wanting nothing more than to get taken right here, right now.
"Shiro, shame on you!"
The white Neko is suddenly yanked away from him, Ichigo letting out a sigh of both relief and frustration at the loss of contact.
Ichigo glances back, seeing the Albino now barring his fangs, clawing at the man who currently has him in a tight headlock from behind.
The man is obviously human, his eyes strangely closed and a pretty unnerving smirk spread across his face, light purple hair falling slightly across his face.
"You'll have to excuse Shiro here I'm afraid, he tends to get a little handsy at times, don't you hmm?"
Shiro snarls viciously, staring up at the human male angrily.
"Get the fuck off me Gin ya bastard, if ya wanna keep yer damn arm!"
"Ah ah, no making silly threats, otherwise I'll have to tell Aizen what a bad boy you've been being while he isn't looking."
Ichigo opens his mouth to say something, but stops as Ulquiorra strides into the room, his irritated gaze switching between Ichigo and the other two present in the room.
Orihime is stood behind him, her eyes sad and her ears flat against her head.
"What on earth is going on in here?" Ulquiorra demands, his eyes narrowed at Shiro and Gin.
Shiro isn't the least intimated and cackles back at him, no longer struggling in Gin's hold.
"Hey there again Orihime, gotta say yer lookin as fuck-able as always."
Gin quickly smacks Shiro upside the head hard, causing the albino to hiss and try to sink his fangs into the other's arm still locked around his throat.
"I apologize for Shiro's behaviour and vulgar language, Mr Cifer. It certainly won't happen again, I assure you."
Ulquiorra watches in silence as Gin practically drags an irate Shiro from the bathroom, the Neko even trying to dig his white claws into the door frame to stop him, but failing miserably.
"Bye bye now!" Gin sing-songs before disappearing from sight as the bathroom door swings shut again.
Orihime rushes over to Ichigo, putting her small claws against his chest.
"Are you okay, Ichigo? I'm so sorry, but I couldn't stop him from coming in here, so I went to fetch Ulquiorra!"
Ichigo nods, licking at his lips and taking a shaky breath.
Ulquiorra comes over, catching Ichigo's chin between his pale fingers and making the Neko look him in the eye.
"Did he do anything to you?"
Ichigo shakes his head, shifting away from Ulquiorra and Orihime, hugging his arms around himself.
He's more pissed off with himself than anything now.
He couldn't even react or push Shiro away, his body just went into auto-pilot and if Gin hadn't come in or anyone else for that matter, who knows what would have happened?
"Come, let's go back to my office, I'm sure it will help you to calm down until Grimmjow returns."
Ichigo nods, heading back to Ulquiorra's office, Orihime looped around his arm, her eyes staring up at him worriedly.
Grimmjow doesn't have the patience right now to wait for the damn elevator, so he takes the stairs two at a time, rushing down the long corridor to Ulquiorra's office and flinging open the door, not even bothering to knock first.
Grimmjow's eyes lock onto Ichigo, who's sat on a chair next to the window, his tail coiled around his leg and his ears flat against his head as he gazes silently out the window.
Orihime is pooled at his feet, her head resting on his lap as she stares over at Grimmjow curiously.
Grimmjow doesn't even have to ask to know something's wrong, just from the way Ichigo is sitting in silence and the way Ulquiorra is staring at him from behind his desk, calm but with a hint of irritation.
"Grimmjow, I am glad you are back-"
"What the hell happened? Was it Shiro? That little fucking-"
Grimmjow doesn't get to finish his rant before Ichigo as good as tackles him around the waist, sending him stumbling backwards into Ulquiorra's office wall with Ichigo still locked tightly around his middle, the Neko's face buried in his shirt.
Grimmjow places a hand gently on the Neko's head, slowing threading the spiky locks through his fingers as the other clings to him harder, hard enough that claws start digging into his back through his shirt.
His angry eyes narrow over at Ulquiorra, who is still staring back at him, his expression deceptively calm.
"What, the hell, happened?"
"I am afraid it seems Shiro cornered Ichigo in the male Neko bathroom, however-"
"WHAT? DAMN IT, WHERE IS THAT LITTLE ALBINO FUCKER, I'M GONNA RIP HIS FUCKING DICK OFF!"
Orihime's ears flatten against her head as she whimpers and scuttles over to Ulquiorra, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Grimmjow, please don't lose your temper, it is not worth it. I take full responsibility for what happened while Ichigo was under my care."
"TOO FUCKING RIGHT YOU DO, AND WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU ANYWAY?"
"Grimm, it wasn't Ulquiorra's fault, it was mine," Ichigo mutters, his face still buried in the front of Grimmjow's shirt.
"Ichigo-"
"No, it was," Ichigo insists as he lifts his face up, brown eyes locking with cyan ones.
"I was the one who insisted going off without him, and he was nice enough to let me have some freedom, it's not his fault that guy decided to act like a pervert. If anything, it's my stupid body's fault."
Grimmjow's features soften slightly, and he takes a deep breathe, still staring down Ichigo.
"Ichigo, don't say stuff like that, it pisses me off when you talk about yourself like that."
"Like what?"
"When you put yourself down because of your body, I don't like it. There's nothing wrong with you, you're perfect just the way you are."
Ichigo swallows, blinking up at Grimmjow in silence with wide eyes.
Smiling, Grimmjow brings his other hand up to cup Ichigo's warm cheek, tracing his thumb gently across his skin.
Ulquiorra stares between the silent pair, a deep frown setting on his usually stoic features.
Licking his lips, Ichigo tears his eyes away, a blush dusting his cheeks.
"Well...if you say so," Ichigo mumbles.
"I know so," Grimmjow persists, and before Ichigo can pull away he plants a soft kiss on the Neko's forehead.
Ulquiorra's eyes widen as he watches, and even Orihime's ears perk up at the scene.
Ichigo wriggles away from Grimmjow, rubbing at his forehead with his sleeve furiously.
"Did you just kiss me?" Ichigo screeches.
Grimmjow smirks, smoothing out his shirt.
"Oh come on, it was a small peck on the forehead, don't tell me you're shy, Ichigo?"
"NO I'M NOT SHY ASSHOLE!"
Ulquiorra clears his throat loudly, now getting the attention of the other two.
"As I was saying, it was my responsibility, and I apologize."
With a grunt, Grimmjow rolls his eyes.
"Whatever, it's done with now anyway."
Ulquiorra is surprised at the sudden drain of Grimmjow's explosive temper, but chooses not to question it, instead sitting back down at his desk while Orihime puts her head down on his lap.
"Are you going to tell me what Aizen wished to see you about? It obviously managed to rile you up."
Grimmjow clench's his fists at the memory, shaking his head.
"It wasn't anything important."
Ulquiorra shrugs, Orihime nuzzling at his leg.
"Well, if you do not wish to tell me, so be it."
Grimmjow turns to Ichigo.
"Come on, let's go back to my office and I'll order us some lunch in."
At the mention of lunch, Ichigo's ears twitch and his tail sways excitedly in the air, and he bounds out of the office after Grimmjow.
As Ulquiorra's office door clicks closed, the pale male sighs heavily, causing Orihime to glance up at him, her eyes filled with concern.
"Is everything okay, Ulquiorra?"
"It is nothing for you to worry about, my dear," Ulquiorra reassures her, patting her head softly.
She purrs and puts her head back down, and Ulquiorra glances back towards the door.
Grimmjow orders in some lunch, which is brought up to them by one of the shy assistants that see to the higher offices named Hanataro, and as expected, Ichigo wolfs his down, Grimmjow eyeing him as the Neko finishes the last bite, licking at his claws.
"You even taste that on the way down?" Grimmjow teases, taking a sip of his latte.
Ichigo scowls at him, getting up and starting to clean the various wrappers and stuff from Grimmjow's desk.
"What are you doing?"
Ichigo throws them all in the bin by the desk.
"I'm cleaning up, you obviously like working in a pigsty but I'd rather not sit around in one all day."
"It's not a pigsty, you should see what Nnoitra's looks like, mines a freakin palace compared to that shit hole," Grimmjow grunts unhappily.
Ichigo chuckles, kneeling down on the floor next to Grimmjow and nuzzling his face against his thigh.
Grimmjow's eyes widen in surprise, staring down at the suddenly over affectionate Neko.
"You feeling okay there?"
Ichigo opens his eyes, his eyes widening as he stares at Grimmjow's thigh, and he swiftly leans back, rubbing at the back of his neck.
"Uh yeah, sorry."
"Don't be sorry, just wondering why you suddenly seem so keen on cuddling up to me," Grimmjow asks, toying with the now empty cup in his hands.
"I'm not! I just.."
Ichigo sighs.
"I think it's my heat."
"What? No no, I read that folder, your heats not for like two weeks yet!"
"Well, they're kind of unpredictable sometimes, but the signs are already showing. Like just now, I usually rub on people around me near the start of it."
Groaning, Grimmjow put's his face in his hands.
"Damn Yoruichi, what was the point of giving me a damn schedule then?"
At Grimmjow's slightly panicked tone, Ichigo places a claw on his leg.
"It's fine, Grimm, the signs usually start a few days before it sets in properly anyway."
Grimmjow looks up from his hands, his eyes staring down at the claw on his thigh.
Ichigo follows his gaze, and thinking he's overstepped a line, he makes to move his claw away, but a firm hand over his claw stops him.
Ichigo is beyond confused, his heart thumping in his chest as Grimmjow catches his chin between his fingers, tilting the Neko's chin so that he looks up at him.
Grimmjow's eyes flicker down to Ichigo's parted lips, and Ichigo's breathe catches in his throat.
"Ichigo, I-"
The door to Grimmjow's office is thrown open, causing them both to jump away from each other in surprise.
Nnoitra strides into the room, a toothy grin on his face as he stares down at a now very pissed off looking Grimmjow.
"Aww, did I interrupt somethin?"
Grimmjow seethes, standing up from his desk chair.
"Damn it Nnoitra, what the fuck do you want, and why come barging into my office without even knocking!"
"Jeez, yer never this rude to that pale little fucker down the hall."
"Because he at least knocks first you gigantic prick!"
"Ouch, ya really do wound me."
Nnoitra's attention turns to Ichigo, who's now stood near the window, eyeing him warily.
"How are ya doing, Ichi?"
Ichigo hisses at him, folding his arms over his chest.
"It's Ichigo, not Ichi, asshole."
"My my, do ya just get more feisty as the day goes on? I'd love to see what ya get like by night," Nnoitra cackles, sending the Neko a wink.
"Nnoitra, shut the fuck up and get your ass out of my office before I drag you!" Grimmjow barks.
"Fine fine, don't get yer frilly panties in a twist, I jus came because word's got around about the lil bathroom incident from earlier, wanted to make sure lil Ichi here was alright."
"He's fine, now piss off!"
Nnoitra huffs, flipping Grimmjow the middle finger before flouncing back out of the office and slamming the door shut behind him.
Grimmjow stares over at Ichigo, who is now staring silently out of the large window, his back to him and his tail coiled around one of his legs.
He opens his mouth, but then closes it, sitting back down at his desk and keeping his eyes carefully trained on the computer screen in front of him.
The remaining hours spent in the office ticks by in a tense silence between the pair after the confusing moment between them earlier.
Grimmjow tries to concentrate on his work for once, but his mind keeps churning the tense moment from earlier over.
What exactly was he going to do?
It was as if, when Ichigo placed his claw on his thigh, his rational mind just switched off and his body started reacting of it's own accord.
He's not an idiot, he knows where things would've gone if Nnoitra hadn't interrupted, but still...
It made him an asshole, it's only been nearly two days and he would've been taking advantage of the one person who actually seemed to trust him, and well, enjoyed being around him.
Maybe he should go and ask Nnoitra to knee him in the crotch as hard as the skinny fucker can, because he sure as hell deserves it.
He'll just have to be more careful, because the last thing he wants to do is to scare Ichigo away or make the Neko uncomfortable around him, the thought alone makes him feel sick.
He steals a glance over at the quiet Neko, and is surprised to see him fast asleep now, lounging on the comfortable chair Grimmjow had Hanataro drag in earlier.
Grimmjow grins despite himself, watching the Neko's nostrils flare and his ear's twitch every so often as he dreams.
He doesn't know how long he spends staring, but he does eventually manage to tear his eyes away and finish off the rest of his work on time.
As it starts to get dark outside, Grimmjow and Ichigo leave the office, this time Grimmjow dragging Ichigo down the stairs despite the Neko's heated protests, and letting go of him when they get back down to the main lobby.
"Stop throwing a hissy fit Ichigo," Grimmjow scolds half heartedly.
"I'm not, I could've done it! I did it this morning, didn't I?"
"There's no point getting yourself worked up over something you don't even need to do, besides, taking the stairs means more exercise, we've been lounging around in my office all day after all."
Ichigo glares at him over his shoulder, his eyes roaming around the good as empty lobby.
"Whatever, let's get-"
Ichigo yelps as he's pulled back roughly against Grimmjow's hard chest by the waist, and glances back at the other in confusion, and a hint of fear.
"Grimm, what-"
"Why hello again, little Ichigo and Mr Jaegerjaquez," an all too familiar voice chirps, and Ichigo tenses, his brown eyes finding Gin, who has just stepped out of the elevator, Shiro stood by his side on a leather leash.
Grimmjow narrows his eyes at the smirking pair, and his grip on Ichigo tightens.
"Aren't you two usually at home by now?"Grimmjow spits out.
Gin hums, twiddling a bit of the leash around his fingers.
"My my, you seem awfully tense Mr Jaegerjaquez, I do hope our presence doesn't upset you."
Shiro takes a step forward, his eyes lighting up with delight as Grimmjow growls back at him warningly.
"Did ya just growl at me? Well shit, are ya sure ya ain't a Neko in disguise who just wants to keep lil Ichi all to yerself?" Shiro taunts.
Grimmjow can feel the hot rage bubbling up inside of him, but he wills himself to keep his cool, not wanting to frighten Ichigo who he still has a firm grip on.
"Now now, Shiro, please don't try and anger Mr Jaegerjaquez, you know how he can get with his temper now, don't you?"
Shiro snorts, his long white tail swaying casually behind him.
"As if I'm scared of him, after all," Shiro pauses, narrowing his dark eyes at Grimmjow as his sadistic smirk widens,
"If I really wanted lil Ichi, I could just take him."
"I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU FUCKING TRY, WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO KISSING YOUR OWNER'S ASS BEFORE I PUMMEL YOU INTO NEXT WEEK, YOU ARROGANT LITTLE DICK!"
And in the blink of an eye, all hint of playfulness drains from Shiro's face, and he suddenly lunges forward, Gin's eyes flickering open in surprise as he gets yanked along with him.
As soon as Shiro lunges, Grimmjow quickly turns his body, Ichigo still against his chest, so that his body is shielding the orange Neko.
Shiro snarls wildly, his sharp white claws aimed right at Grimmjow's angry face and his fangs barred.
There's no time for Gin to stop him, his wide crystal blue eyes only being able to watch in shock.
"That is quite enough, Shiro."
Shiro freezes instantly, the tips of his claws now only mere inches away from Aizen's face, the Albino's mouth hanging open in shock.
Gin seems just as surprised, quickly dragging a stunned Shiro back towards him by the leash.
Aizen chuckles lightly, turning around to look at Grimmjow, then Ichigo.
"Ah, you must be Ichigo, the unique Neko I have been hearing so much about today."
Grimmjow's arms tighten around Ichigo, as Aizen offers his hand out in front of the bewildered orange Neko.
"I am Aizen Sousuke, it's a pleasure to meet you in person, Ichigo."
Ichigo doesn't want to be polite to this smug looking guy, he would much prefer to sink his fangs into the offered hand.
But this is Grimmjow's boss, and he has to behave himself, the last thing he want's is to get Grimmjow in trouble, or even fired.
Ichigo leans down slowly, sniffing cautiously at the hand, as Aizen smiles down at him.
Grimmjow's gaze flickers over to Gin and Shiro, and he glares heatedly at the Albino, whose white ears twitch as he hisses back at him.
"Such a cute thing, aren't you, Ichigo?"
Ichigo averts his eyes, his claws holding onto Grimmjow's arm that's still secured around his middle.
"And rather shy it seems, how perfect," Aizen continues, his calculating brown eyes meeting Grimmjow's irritated blue ones.
"Well, we were just leaving," Grimmjow grounds out.
"Oh of course, don't let us keep you. I hope you both have a delightful night."
Aizen turns his attention back to Gin and Shiro, and Grimmjow doesn't wait to hear anything else, effectively manhandling Ichigo out of the lobby door and out into the quiet evening air.
Am I a tease? I feel like I'm a tease XD
But I'm trying to give this story a nice build up instead of just jumping into the naughty stuff, but don't worry, we'll get there ;)
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