The chapter killed me. I think I redid it like five times before I was satisfied. It's not as long as the other chapters, but whatever.
Chapter 07: Awakened
2 weeks before Coming of Age Ceremony
Shiro sat in the corner of the small abode with his eyes glued on the blue haired demon. Grimmjow was sitting at the kitchen table with the orange haired woman checking his vitals, making sure he hadn't been too badly hurt. He had been asleep for the past few days after the ritual and she wanted to make sure everything was working probably. It seemed he was perfectly fine and perfectly enraged. His memories were back in full-force and he wanted some blood. Aizen's to be specific. He was emitting a large amount of spiritual energy and pheromones and Shiro needed to stay as far away as possible.
He was surprised the woman demon hadn't jumped on the blunet yet. Her large gray eyes were deep with lust and her body was quivering like a leaf, but she made no move to do anything more intimate.
"Woman, leave me the hell alone. I'm fine," Grimmjow growled. She quickly left, happy that she could be far away from the energy flowing from him. His voice had yet to change back and Shiro shivered at the demonic tone. He was bothered by the fact that the man was so strong and it didn't even look like he was trying. He gazed at the blunet's appearance. His horns weren't like all the rest of the incubi and only slightly curved and pure white. Grimmjow's hair had grown, but only down to the middle of his shoulders. His large, cobalt eyes were deeper in color with swirls of sky blue and his pupils were slightly slit like cat eyes. His muscles had become more defined and his features were more striking.
If someone didn't think he was handsome before, they would definitely think he was Godly now. Shiro sighed and looked away from him. He could feel himself getting hot and he needed to think about something else, preferably a lanky, long haired, one-eyed man. He couldn't wait for this to be over and for Ichigo to be back home. He was definitely going to kick him out and make him stay with his blue haired boyfriend.
"Shirosaki." The white haired demon looked up to see azure eyes gazing intently at him. "Why the hell are you spacing out? We need to be thinking of a plan."
"We already have a plan. We are going to that ceremony and we are getting Ichigo back. That gives you plenty of time to figure yourself out. I need you to be quick-minded and agile for this."
"Why da' hell can't we just storm into his castle and take Ichigo back now? All this waiting shit ain't making me happy." Shiro agreed with Grimmjow, but it would be stupid just to barge into a place they both knew nothing about. He shook his head.
"That wouldn't be smart. We know nothing about the layout of the place or how powerful the incubi under Aizen are."
"We could ask Nnoitra and Starrk. They should know." Shiro gazed at the blue haired demon with confusion. Why would Nnoitra know anything? "I guess I should explain some things to you. Nnoi and Starrk are Espada. They've kept tabs on him for my father when we were young. I'm sure they still have been keeping tabs on him." Shiro looked down at his hands. Now that was some shocking news. Nnoitra was a…Espada? How could he not see that? "Don't feel bad for not knowing. They were required to keep it under wraps. I only remember it from my memories."
"Okay…well, how are they supposed to know where you are? You can't contact them so quickly between worlds." Grimmjow frowned knowing that it was difficult. He guessed he could use his powers to make contact with them. He sighed and closed his eyes. He tried to home in on their signature spiritual energy, searching through various high-spirited people. He found them sitting in their separate classes and went straight for Nnoitra's.
[Hey spoon, how ya been?]
[…Grimmjow? What da fuck? Wait...did you get cha memories back? ]
[Yeah, thanks for ya help, asshole.]
He heard the tall man chuckle. [Sorry man, you know I couldn't do anything unless you got them back.]
[Whatever, that's not important right now. I need you and Starrk to come to the Incubi World.]
[…What the hell for?]
[To take down Aizen and get Ichigo back.] He heard Nnoirtra snort and cackle in his mind. He really didn't see anything funny about the situation.
[Are you fuckin' serious? Do you know how strong tha' bastard has gotten over the years?]
[No, but I'm sure you are going to tell me.]
Nnoitra sighed. [He's strong, man. His spiritual energy has grown much denser over the years. He can read minds. If ya' think erasing memories is something, he can scramble your brain 'til yer lying there like a brain-dead corpse. He can hypnotize people into thinking wha' he wants them to think. He can create illusions. He is no one to fuck with, Grimmjow.]
[I figured that much, but I can't leave Ichigo with him. If he mates with him, we are all going to be in big trouble.]
[…Fuck, alley cat. Why you always tryna get me into shit?]
[Cause I know you enjoy a good fight. I need y'all help and I don't ask you guys for much.]
[…Okay, I'll see wha' I can do. If we can get enough people, we will meet ya in the Incubi world tomarra' night. Don't make me regret this, Grimmjow.]
[When have I ever, Quinto?]
[Tch, yeah, yeah… Oh, before I go, how's my lil' snowflake?]
[…Goodbye Nnoitra.] He broke the connection between them and opened his eyes. Shiro was gazing at him, waiting for any kind of information. "Nnoitra said if he can get some people he will meet us here."
"I've never seen an incubi be able to do that…other than Aizen."
"I guess it comes in handy. I wonder if I can use it on Ichigo." Shiro shrugged and rose from his seat. He made his way over to the window and looked out of it. "We need to find a different place to stay. I don't think I can stay with this woman for another night. Her cooking is atrocious." Shiro snorted at the comment, agreeing with what Grimmjow was saying.
"We can go to your kingdom. I doubt anyone lives there now. It's been abandoned for some time."
"Do you think it's safe?"
"There's only one way to find out," Shiro responded, looking over his shoulder.
"Ulquiorra, what do you have to report?" For the first time in years, the dark haired man seemed to show an expression of confusion. His thin, pale lips were turned down in a frown and his large eyes were gleaming with emotion. He didn't know how to explain what he was feeling. "Ulquiorra?"
"Ah, I…apologize Aizen-sama. There was a large explosion of spiritual energy over the last few night, coming from the far east. It was much stronger than any other incubi living in the area. I wasn't able to pinpoint who it was coming from and it died away as quickly as it came."
"Interesting. No worries, just keep an eye on it."
"Yes, Aizen-sama." The dark haired demon bowed, turned around and made his way out of the large throne room, leaving Aizen to his thoughts.
"I wonder who it could be." A lively voice came out from the shadows. "New incubi going through a mating ritual?"
"That could be, Gin, but I am not sure. There are so many of them that are trying to mate before the ceremony so that they are not required to attend. It's quite fascinating. …Speaking of fascinating. Where is my little tangerine?"
"Ah, Ichigo? He is asleep in your quarters. He's had quite a busy day with the Arrancar. They showed him all over the castle and completely exhausted him. They seemed to be growing very fond of him."
"Indeed. He does have an appealing demeanor. It's hard not to enjoy his company." He softly smiled to himself as he thought about the interesting orange haired demon. "I guess I should retire for the evening as well." Aizen rose from his throne and descended the stairs in a calm fashion. "I hope you have a good evening, Gin."
"You as well, Aizen-sama." The brown haired demon made his way out of the throne room and down the hall towards his room. Slipping into the large bedroom, he closed the doors behind him and admired the lithe form sleeping peacefully on his bed. The long, flowing orange hair looked perfect against the deep violet sheets.
He quickly made his way over, disrobing, the clothing making a trail behind him. He would let some lowly incubi gather them later. He quietly slipped in-between the silk sheets and slid his hand over Ichigo's naked torso. The orange haired male sighed in contentment and turned his body towards the warmth.
"Ichigo…" He watched to see if the boy was still in his deep slumber. The boy's eyes fluttered open and honey brown eyes looked up at their master.
"Sousuke-sama?" he breathed. Aizen lowered his lips to Ichigo's, running his tongue along the bottom lip, asking for entrance. Ichigo opened his mouth enough for Aizen's to slip in and twirl around his. He sucked on the plump lips, enjoying the way the boy moaned at the act. He released the now swollen lips and slowly began to descend the boy's neck, sucking and licking on the skin. Ichigo's head turned into the pillow and he let his hands grip to the sheets below. He long gave up trying to fight it. He didn't know whether Grimmjow and his brother were going to come for him, but he wasn't going to hold any high hopes.
He moaned when he felt Aizen sucking on his nipples, swirling his tongue around them and nibbling on them. He began to work his way down his body, kissing every defined dip before slipping his tongue into the belly button. He felt the brown haired demon pull his harem trousers down, tossing them off of the bed. He moaned at the feel of fingers running through his orange curl before he felt a tongue working his shaft.
He was in a fit of bliss, his small horns and fangs tingling with the need of a quick climax. He didn't realize the feeling of someone trying to invade his mind before a voice boomed through his senses.
[Ichigo…] The orange haired demon's eyes flew open, gold surrounded in black were wide and gazing at the large white ceiling. [Ichigo, can you hear me?]
[Gr-Grimmjow?] He heard the man sigh in relief before chuckling quietly.
[I found you, thank God. I guess it was at a bad time though.] Grimmjow could feel the waves of pleasure coming from the little demon and felt a throbbing in his chest. He listened as Ichigo tried to catch his breathe before hearing a soft sobbing noise. [Ichigo?]
[I-I thought you had forgot about me. I thought you were going to leave me here with this…this man.] Grimmjow's heart ached that much more when he heard Ichigo's cries throughout his mind.
[How could I forget about you? You are mine. Remember? It has just been taking me a little time to figure out some things.]
[Wh-why didn't you tell me about you being an Espada? This all could have been…avoided if you had told me.]
[Didn't know about it. Sorry about that, Ichi. It was all Aizen's fault. He erased my memories.]
Ichigo moaned when he felt Aizen's lips wrap around his shaft and began to suck on it softly. His hands flew to the man's long hair and he tried to ignore the fact that he was turned on. He hated that Grimmjow could hear him.
[I'm so going to kill that bastard when I get my hands on him.] He heard Grimmjow growl into his mind and shivered at how it turned him on.
[Grimmjow…] Said man tried to hold back the groan at the sound of his little demon calling his name in the fit of pleasure. He was going to take so much pleasure in killing that brown haired asshole. [I-I don't want you to hear me with someone else. Please…just go away.]
Aizen started to suck on Ichigo's cock faster, hollowing out his cheeks to provide harder suction. […Are you sure, Ichi?] He could hear the sliver of hurt in the man's voice, but he refused to let the man he loved hear him with another.
[Yesssss, please, just go!] Instantly the connection was severed and Ichigo exploded into Aizen's mouth. He laid there panting with his hand over his mouth trying his hardest not to let his tears fall. He couldn't seem to stop them and placed his hands over his face to sob behind them. He hated himself so much. He didn't deserve anyone, especially Grimmjow. He was betraying him with the enemy. His body ached and his heart hurt. He didn't think he could do this anymore.
"You were quite distracted." He heard Aizen's voice after a while. "I hope you weren't thinking of a certain person." Anger flashed through Ichigo and he pulled his hands from face to glare up at the now standing brown haired man with tearful golden eyes. He pulled himself away from Aizen and pulled the sheets up to cover him.
"I hate you," Ichigo spat.
"Yes, I know, but I don't need you to love me just to be my queen. If need be I can lock you away somewhere."
"What's the point in mating and marrying me if you don't even care about me? I could be with Grimmj-" Ichigo gasped when he felt Aizen's pressure slam down on him. He watched as an ominous purple aura wrapped around the man. It seeped out and swirled around him. Ichigo's eyes were wide, tears falling from them as he gazed up into the demon's silver eyes.
"Do you really want to know, Ichigo? It is quite a simple thing to explain." He started to slowly advance onto Ichigo. He leaned over the boy, pinning him to the sheets below as he kept his spiritual pressure high. "Before your little Grimmjow was born, I was supposed to be the next king of the incubi. I was suppose to be ruling over everything in this world and was to be the must powerful. Grimmjow ruined that. If it wasn't for my harlot succubus sister, then Grimmjow would have never existed. He is the reason I was banished and now I will take away everything he holds dear, first starting with you."
Ichigo couldn't believe his ears. "Y-you d-did all of-of this out of re-revenge?"
"Not all of it," he responded in a cool tone, lowering his pressure a smidgen. "You are quite a rare demon. It would be foolish if I didn't take advantage of that. After I have mated with you, I can use your rarity for my benefit. You will make me into exactly what I have been striving for and then no one will be able to stop me in my journey of ruling over this place." Aizen smiled down at Ichigo, watching the boy realize what was going to happen.
"My brother was so right about you. You are a monster." Aizen chuckled at the notion. Him? A monster? That was quite absurd.
"Don't be silly, child. I am merely fulfilling my destiny. …Would you like to hear yours?" Ichigo just continued to glare up at the monstrous demon. "I see you in a small, dark cell, dangling from your wrists, which are shackled in painful metal cuffs hanging from the ceiling." Ichigo's eyes slightly began to enlarge. "No food, water or any other kind of nourishment and when the time comes, I will have you under me, screaming for me to stop as I take from you what is so rightfully mine. I'll eat you alive, Ichigo. Your mind, your body and your soul, until there's nothing left of you and then I'll laugh in the face of my nephew for thinking he could EVER beat me."
He raised himself from the bed, standing tall over Ichigo who was trying to bury himself deeper into the sheets. The boy was speechless, shaking, knowing that if it was possible, Aizen would fulfill that of which he spoke. "Don't test me, boy. I am not to be played with." Ichigo watched as Aizen turned around and made his way towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Ichigo's eyes looked back down at spot where Aizen was, his body rigid and cold with fear.
He scrunched his hands into the sheets and let out a shaky breath. He needed his knight in shining armor…before it was too late.
The silver haired fox demon trotted down the long and curvy hallway. His long white coat flowed behind him and his sandaled feet softly slapped against the concrete. His usual wide smile was set in a thin line and closed lids were open, revealing bright red eyes. He glanced around, making sure no one was around to follow him. He arrived at a large door separating him from the barren land and slipped through it. He searched the desolate desert, looking for a particular demon. He felt out for the specific spiritual signature and flash stepped through the dunes, sand flying around him, creating dust in his wake.
He stopped dead in the middle of nowhere and looked around. "Ulquiorra, what are you doing out here?" He didn't get a response from the demon and made his way closer to him. He saw him sitting on top of a dark gray rock sticking out from the sand. The demon's eyes were lowered to his hands and his sandaled feet were situated on the rock. "Aizen-sama wouldn't like the fact that his followers are disappearing from the castle," Gin said as he gazed up into the always night sky.
"Were…we wrong to follow after him?" Gin glanced towards the dark haired demon when he whispered. He should have guessed this would come about when Grimmjow's real status was revealed.
"We didn't really have much of a choice. We thought he was dead."
"Well…he isn't now." Gin turned his full attention towards Ulquiorra. The demon's head was raised and green eyes were staring straight at his face. The fox demon's smile slowly began to reveal itself again and his eyes closed to their normal state.
"…That is quite true. What do you propose we do, Ulquiorra?" For the first time in many years, the dark haired demon cracked a small smile. He looked up to the starless sky.
"We take our rightful places next to the Incubi King."
Oh! Ulquiorra and Gin are the nice guys! Hahaha, didn't expect that, huh? And Aizen is just an evil bastard and Grimmjow is his nephew. So much stuff going on that I seriously didn't think would happen. (And I'm the one writing it, lol) Okie dokie, please review and see you next chapter.