Notes: After seeing a lot of art with Gin/Hitsugaya, I feel like I have to shoot off my mouth about it. Gin/Hitsugaya is my least favorite Bleach pairing of all time, even above Ruki/Ichi or Ichi/Hime. Because in my book, Gin is probably the only one of the Bleach bad guys likely to commit a sex crime. And Gin and Hitsu together just makes me sick. I don't mind Hitsugaya with say, Urahara or Ukitake if it appears in a fic. Because both of them are warm loving characters who take good care of their mates. But Gin doesn't do that. In my eye he's a sadist. Anyway, just my shooting my mouth off about it.
Into the night, and the next day, and the night, Ichigo gave himself over to Grimmjow. Whatever drug Aizen had put in the sexta espada's system had made him as hyper sexual as a real life tiger in mating season. He loved the sex, his only worry was what was going on at home in his absence.
Between Grimmjow's fits of lust, he managed to give Ichigo basic information on Zephly and the troop of healers that came with him. Enough to staff an entire division. The intelligence he gave Ichigo, the deputy thought would keep him out of trouble with Yamamoto upon his return.
It was towards the end of the weekend, late Sunday night. Ichigo was curled up on the mattress, getting whatever sleep he could while Grimmjow curled up next to him. He awoke to Grimmjow licking and sucking on his shoulder. He rolled over, grunting slightly. "hello…" He said simply, a lazy smirk crossing Ichigo's face.
"Hello beautiful…" Grimmjow growled softly. He pulled Ichigo into a demanding kiss, and the deputy responded, looping his arms around Grimmjow's shoulders. Grimmjow pinned Ichigo on his back, ravaging the deputy's mouth while his hands smoothed their way over his hips and buttocks. "I want to do something, normally just Ulquiorra and I do…" he husked in Ichigo's ear, eyes dark with mating lust.
"Really? What is it?" Ichigo smirked.
"I want…" And grimmjow ground his erection against Ichigo's entry. "To cum inside you so many times, your belly bulges." He husked, breath turning heavy in Ichigo's ear. "There's a trick to it." He added, moving a pillow underneath Ichigo's hips. He took Ichigo's erection in one of his thickly calloused hands and began to pump the shaft, bringing the strawberry's erection to attention. Ichigo groaned, looping his legs around Grimmjow's shoulders.
Then Grimmjow was pressing at his entrance, nosing the head in before shoving his way in deftly. Ichigo had had sex with him about an hour earlier, his passage was still slick and stretched and slightly bloody from where he'd been torn, but at this point he was loose enough to take the other raw.
Grimmjow carefully pushed Ichigo's legs back against his chest, the result was that Ichigo's body was tilted backwards and his hips tilted upwards. At this angle, Grimmjow's thrusts came in shallow, and the barbs dragged over Ichigo's prostate. "SHIT…" Ichigo screamed in pleasure.
Grimmjow started to pound into him, the shallow angle maximizing stimulation. Ichigo rocked back into his thrusts, whimpering in pleasure. Grimmjow's hands were busy with his body, caressing all the sensitive spots he could reach.
It didn't take long for Ichigo to go over the edge, screaming the other's name into the night. Grimmjow came a few moments later, searing into him. Head rolling back on the pillow, Ichigo felt Grimmjow's seed seeping deep into his body. (1)
It didn't take long for Ichigo's world to dissolve into one of total pleasure, but even as Grimmjow came again and again and his seed slowly filled his passage, Ichigo thought there was something missing here. Something that his mind struggled to put together, but couldn't make the connection. Ichigo hadn't seen many female arrancar on his visit to Hueco Mundo or during the battle in the fake Karakura town after. If there were so many females, why make the men so desperate to have sex not just with them, but with each other. Why? What was he missing?
By the time Grimmjow's lust was finally sated, Ichigo's stomach was indeed swollen. "Damn, Grimmjow." Ichigo moved to sit up, the fluids in him gurgled sickeningly when he tried to move.
Grimmjow pressed him back down onto the bed. "uh uh uh…" He smirked. "you have to lie here like this a little longer. I want to taste myself in you." He kissed Ichigo lazily, heatedly, before letting his legs drop and pulling out. "I want me… to sink deeply into you." He took Ichigo's legs, placing them up on his shoulders, and leaned down.
Ichigo groaned, a hand pressing to his abdomen hesitantly. And Grimmjow snorted, his tongue finally making contact with Ichigo's entry. He could taste blood mixed with his cum, and realized he was being rough with Ichigo. And his ministrations were gentle after that. Truly grimmjow longed for Ulquiorra's body. Longed to make the cold Espada writhe beneath him in pleasure.
Ichigo groaned, wriggling slightly as Grimmjow lapped at his entry way. "G… grimmjow…" He groaned.
The two men curled up with each other. Ichigo was exhausted, Grimmjow could tell, and his body was begging for more sex. And as if he could read Grimmjow's mind, Ichigo murmured, on the edge of sleep. "Ulquiorra is probably missing you by now. If I were you I'd go back there, and show just how much better a lover you are than the guy he cheated with." Ichigo yawned.
Grimmjow was slowly starting to come back to himself. "You're right." He muttered.
Ichigo awoke at dawn to find Grimmjow gone. There was a note left on the table. "Ichigo, you're right. I've gone to take Ulquiorra back. You can go home whenever you feel like it."
Ichigo sighed, getting up and dressing. He grabbed something to eat from a local bakery on his way, and arrived at the Urahara Shoten a few hours later, limping. His neck and shoulders were covered with bruises like hickies, and he was bleeding from several love bites. His body was screaming in protest with every movement. But he didn't want to go home in the state he was in. "OYE! Getaboshi!" He called, searching for Urahara, the notebook with intelligence and stats in it under one arm.
Every muscle in his body was screaming protest. Ichigo thought he might collapse. But he found Urahara, Renji and Rukia in the room that held the video phone.
They were talking to Yamamoto. "I'm telling you, Ichigo isn't a…" Rukia was insisting.
Ichigo knew what conversation they were having. Debating whether or not he'd betrayed the soul society.
One look at the deputy's body, and Yamamoto regretted his accusation. He knew the sex habits of arrancar all too well. He'd had a problem with them in his youth, before he became the grizzled old man that everyone just called "sir." "Kurosaki! You look to be in bad shape. Can you account for your absence young man?" His expression and tone was far kinder than his words.
"Grimmjow he…" Ichigo sank to his hands and knees. "Yamamoto, Aizen did something to his arrancar, he drugged them with some kind of aphrodisiac. Grimmjow couldn't find anybody in los Noches to have sex with, so he came to the living world to find someone. I'd gone out to get some air, and he found me. Hauled me off to the warehouse district with him. He was going… sir if I didn't let him do it he'd have thrown me down on the ground and… and…" Ichigo refused to look Yamamoto in the eye. "I told him if he could find some place private, and gave me some intelligence on what Aizen was doing, he could do whatever he wanted to me." Ichigo mumbled.
Yamamoto squeezed his eyes shut, remembering an arrancar many, many, many centuries before who had left his own body in a similar state. "I'm sorry young man. When one of our strongest allies goes missing without a word, I have to assume the worst. Give what you got to Urahara, and take a few days to rest. I'm sending Unohana to the Urahara shop to check you over, make sure you came to no harm." He frowned.
"I need to warn you, Yamamoto. Aizen convinced a bunch of arrancar healers to join him! Pretty soon he'll have a medical corps too, if he didn't already have one."
Yamamoto arched a brow. "Did he say who the leader of this medical corps was?"
"Only his first name, Zephly." Ichigo was exhausted, but he felt he had to deliver his intelligence, so that the others could go over it while he rested. "Grimmjow said he'd been made 9th Espada, and that a whole bunch of his followers joined Aizen as his medical corps. He said Zephly was the one who made the aphrodisiac."
Yamamoto's eyes widened. Zephly had joined Aizen. Yamamoto squeezed his eyes shut on the memory of what Zephly had done to him almost a thousand years ago. He was a young man, and Zephly was an enemy he'd been sent to kill.
Zephly had returned, and was directly responsible for the condition Ichigo was in. Yamamoto bowed his head in apology. "Kurosaki, I'm sorry for what happened to you, and what happened to Grimmjow. If you will give Unohana and Urahara the liberty, I want them to do some tests on you. I'm sorry. I know you're exhausted but time may be of the essence." He sent off a hell butterfly telling Unohana everything that happened. "I know who Zephly is. Trust me, he is capable of being Espada One if he wanted to be. The only reason why he is Espada nine is because direct power does not suit him. If he is the one who made the drug used on Grimmjow, then you yourself may be in danger."
Ichigo nodded slowly, very drowsy. "While I wait for her, I'm going to crash in the guest room. Sorry sir. I'm exhausted. And I'd… like to bring Renji with me if you don't mind." He said quietly, taking Renji's hand and leaning on him.
Yamamoto realized that Ichigo was exhausted, and was probably going to collapse. "of course. Abarai, I'm trusting you to keep watch on Ichigo while he rests. Unohana will be in shortly."
Renji nodded, "Come on Ichigo."
As soon as they were gone, Urahara looked over at Yamamoto. "What is it old man? I've never heard of this Zephly guy. Where's he from, what's his game?"
"He's older than I am, when I was a young man, he caused me a lot of pain and suffering. Zephly's capture and death will be given the highest priority by the secret mobile corps, but other than that I will not be taking part in the investigation into Zephly's doings. I am… not impartial where he is concerned."
"Tell me…" Urahara urged.
Yamamoto glared at Rukia. "Kuchiki, I'm sure your friend Ichigo will need you. Go to him for now."
Rukia left, realizing that whatever Yamamoto was about to say he would not say in her presence.
As soon as he was certain she was gone. "What is it old man?" Urahara said, a kinder expression on his face.
"Zephly himself, goes through periods where his hormones come unbalanced, when that happens, he himself enters the same state that Ichigo faced with Grimmjow, the uncontrollable need to have sex. When I was a young man, I was sent to slay him. Zephly was in one of these states, and he kept me his prisoner and unwilling sex toy for over a week before I was finally found and rescued. I want Zephly captured, and executed! But I cannot take part in it myself, I am not impartial to the matter."
"Understood. If you don't mind, may I let Yoruichi in on this? She's far more skilled than Soi Fon. And a woman will have, if anything, even more sympathy for what happened to you than a man might." Urahara suggested.
"Those I'm willing to trust, I will arrange a meeting with. As it is, Unohana is the only one who knows about the incident. I will need to inform her that Zephly is back, and that she may be dealing with a concoction of his. This is not the last we've heard of his work."
"Understood old man. I'll be waiting for Unohana in the front yard."
Yamamoto nodded, disconnecting the video phone. Yamamoto could feel it immediately, the agitation, the rage, the all consuming desire to tear Zephly limb for limb for a wound over a thousand years old but never healed.
And he knew at once.
He couldn't be the one to make this chase.
He couldn't be the one to fight this fight.
He would have to rely on the captains he trained for the revenge he wanted so desperately.
Because if he acted out of personal revenge, he knew he was going to cause serious damage to everything he'd worked a thousand years to build.
And the desire to destroy that was filling him at that moment was enough to burn half of Seireitei to the ground if he wasn't careful.
Ichigo just curled himself in a ball in the guest room and snuggled against Renji. He slipped out of his jeans, staying just in his shirt and underwear.
Renji sat in silence with him, stroking Ichigo's hair tenderly. Ichigo must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, there was a gentle knock on the door. "Ichigo, its me, Unohana. May I come in?"
"Sure." Ichigo mumbled.
"Hey…" She closed the door, smiling faintly to Renji. "Do you mind if Renji is in here with you?"
"I don't care." Ichigo said, absolutely exhausted.
"Yamamoto told me everything. Arrancar are rough lovers."
"We were going for two days straight." Ichigo told her.
"You weren't with anyone else just before were you?"
Ichigo and Renji looked at each other. "You won't tell anybody?"
"I can't, unless there's an imminent danger to a third party."
"Its okay Ichigo."
"Renji tracked me down, out of jealousy. And he insisted that Grimmjow… er… let him in on it once… I didn't mind. I like Renji. I do! I just didn't… say anything to him about it… er…" Ichigo blushed. "I'm not in trouble over that am I?"
"no, neither is Renji. Renji, I need to run tests on you too though. It might be something that can contaminate someone else. So I need to check. You understand."
"Yes Unohana." Renji nodded.
"Ichigo, I need to get some swabs, and its going to sting. I know you're already in pain."
Ichigo groaned, the kind of swabs that Unohana had to take involved swabbing around the penis, and then poking a cotton swab up his entry. "Blood test too. Sorry. I'm going to have to repeat the blood tests every three days."
Ichigo winced as the swab poked painfully up his entrance, he blushed. "Alright."
"I'll be back in a few hours to do a scan of your body for internal damage. For now, rest."
Almost as soon as Unohana repeated the same dance with Renji, and was gone to analyze the samples of semen and blood she'd taken, Ichigo curled up in Renji's arms and cried himself to sleep.
1. The position they're using is "the crab" which is considered one of the positions to use if you're trying to get pregnant. It provides a shallow angle of penetration for better sensation.