AN: Back to my element, blood and violence (skipping the cute crap) ^_^
A nice, long chapter for you guys
Enjoy~
A blood curdling scream tore through the air. Ichigo and Shiro were instantly on their feet, scrambling toward the front door, panic making their hearts pound heavily against their ribs.
Above the sound of hoofs and the scream of horses, Rukia cried out for Renji, the desperation and fear evident in her voice. There had been no warnings, no clues or signs that anything was amiss. No howling or snarling; nothing had tripped the barrier.
Shrio grabbed his gun as he flew through the door, Ichigo on his heels. He vaguely noted that Grimmjow had taken off toward the forest, his lithe frame covering the flat ground of their yard with ease and grace no normal man could match.
The albino slid to a halt, leveling the gun at the monstrous, black werewolf that crouched over a downed horse. He could see that Renji was pinned beneath the bleeding and panicked animal. The only thing keeping him from being ripped apart by the wolf was the thrashing horse. He repeatedly yelled for Rukia to stay back, all the while struggling to free himself so he could flee while the wolf was occupied.
Sliding the safety from his gun, the albino cocked it and began re-aiming at the wolf. Beside him, Ichigo grabbed the screaming woman, holding her so she couldn't get herself killed or in the way.
"Hurry, Shiro..." Ichigo half whispered, half yelled when the wolf's sharp ears perked toward them as his twin loaded his gun.
The wolf stopped gouging at the horse, a sickly smile disappearing from it's face as it looked up at them. Blood and bile dripped from it's maw and it glanced to the gun, nostrils flaring. Never letting it's grayish eye leave the weapon, it reached down and snapped the horses neck with a single, easy motion. With it's fun ruined and the animal out of the way, it made a grab for Renji.
A roaring hiss echoed through out the forest before three hundred pounds of black beast hurtled at the wolf, catching it by surprise. Shock flitted over the beast's scarred features and the wolf threw it's long arms up in defense, blocking the angry cat.
Grimmjow latched long, curved fangs around a forearm, snarling around the limb as he let his body weight and momentum carry him and the wolf to the ground. The two beasts thrashed around; a snarling, spitting mass of black fur and muscle, their combined weight pushing over a thousand pounds.
Shiro darted to Renji's side, helping the red head out from under the dead horse and dragging him back to where Ichi and Rukia huddled. The woman lurched from Ichigo's grasp, flinging herself at Renji, tears streaming down her face.
The red head was splashed with blood and gore, but he assured them most of it was the horse's as he wrapped his tattooed arms around the small woman.
They were inside the magical barrier, as safe as they could get, but Grimmjow was still on the outside of it. He was fighting a wolf that more than doubled his size while he was still recovering from injuries.
The four of them watched, unable to help, while the cat battled.
"Shiro" Ichigo practically whined, scooting closer to his twin. He grasped the back of his brother's shirt, wide eyes staring over his shoulder at the fighting creatures. "Can't you shoot it?"
"If I get a clear shot, but wit' the way they're thrashin' about..." Shiro shook his head and crept forward as the wolf and cat rolled further into the forest. He could see that Grimmjow was doing his best to keep the big wolf on the ground, trying to keep as much leverage away from the larger monster as possible.
Renji joined him, Shiro's other silver gun in his red stained hands. He was trembling slightly from fear and adrenaline, but he held the weapon steady enough. "That's... Is that...?" The red head began, eyes never leaving the fight.
"Yep. That's Grimmjow." Shiro stalked around to the left, trying to get to a better angle, never taking his eyes from the fight. They needed this to end quickly. He really didn't want to see the cat get hurt any further. Time was running out, he could see that what little energy the cat had was beginning to drain, his breath already coming in harsh, snarling pants.
The two beasts tumbled from view, further into the thick undergrowth. A canine yelp reached their ears, followed by the thump of a heavy body hitting the ground. All was still for a moment, then the leaves rustled and Shiro and Renji both tensed, training their guns on the spot. "Silver wont kill 'im" Shiro quickly explained to Renji, unsure of the situation before them or what they may end up having to do, "But it'll turn 'im human again."
Renji nodded, understanding what Shiro was getting at. If they happened to graze the cat with a bullet, he would be reduced to his human form and the wolf would tear him apart if it wasn't dead. Every shot had to count.
••••••
The werecat cursed the female for putting everyone in this situation. He had figured the pale man would hesitate with his shot, not wanting to harm his friend. Weather it be accidently hitting the man or downing the giant wolf on top of the human, either would have probably killed the red head.
Grimmjow's little stunt had saved the man's life, but was costing him dearly. He hadn't been ready to exert so much energy, especially in his release form. He could feel his body trembling, not healed enough from the previous night for this kind of strain. The larger wounds in his chest and shoulder had reopened with his first strike, weeping to mix with the blood caused by new gashes from the wolf's claws.
The color of the werewolf's lone eye told him that it was an original, no push over like the others, even had he been at his peek. This mutt was one of Starrk's direct underlings, almost at the top of the Pack. It wasn't likely that he would be able to kill this one, not in this condition.
As they battled, Grimmjow studied the creature, looking for weaknesses, watching it's fighting style, anything he could use against the wolf. It's missing eye seemed to be the most obvious and only thing he could exploit. Everything else about the wolf's movements and attacks flowed almost seamlessly, putting Grimmjow's injured body to the test.
The beast looked familiar, and the werecat put the pieces together as he struck from it's blind side. A weakness he had given the mutt the night before. It was obvious the wolf hadn't learned how to fully compensate for the loss of his right eye yet.
Grimmjow listened, with satisfaction, as the massive wolf yelped and hit the ground. He knew it wasn't a decisive blow, but he hoped it would be enough to give him the time he needed to get away. If he could get back to the humans, Shiro would be able to finish the wolf with his silver.
He pushed through the underbrush, listening to the wolf thrash about on the ground as it clutched at it's face. He staggered closer to the clearing and was met with the sight of Shiro and the red head, silver hand guns trained toward him. He let a breath of relief hiss between his teeth when the two humans lowered the weapons away from his form, then he stumbled another step forward.
"Watch out!" It was the deep voice of the red head, his tattooed features twisted with shock and horror.
The werepanther spun just in time to catch the flying beast's out stretched claws. The werewolf's weight drove his smaller form to the hard packed earth, knocking the air from his lungs and pinning him. Before Grimmjow could regain his senses and react, massive fangs were circling his vulnerable throat. He brought his hands up, grabbing at the wolf's jaws, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold this wolf off like he had the other.
The mutt lifted him off the ground slightly, then drug him around to face the opposite direction, taking no longer than a heart beat to move him and pin him again. The quick motion confused Grimmjow, but he quickly realized the wolf was shifting so it could watch the humans with it's good eye, it's one hand was outstretched toward them, motioning for them to stop. The jaws closed fractionally, making the werecat grit his teeth, the breath wheezing from his constricted throat, showing how easily it could kill him.
But the wolf didn't pressure any further, instead, it growled and addressed the humans, watching them with a wary eye.
"Shoot me, and you'll never pry my jaws off a him in time." The wolf's deep voice, muffled slightly from holding onto Grimmjow, spoke with a determination that no one wished to challenge.
To emphasize his point, the beast squeezed a little tighter, effectively shutting off Grimmjow's air supply.
The werecat bared his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and tried frantically to pry the jaws from around his throat. He kicked at the beast, desperate to get away, but the wolf only squeezed tighter until Grimmjow stilled, struggling against a wave of dizziness that threatened to steal his consciousness.
After what felt like forever, the wolf relented a bit. Grimmjow drew in a harsh breath, coughing as sweet oxygen entered his lungs again. After a few panting breaths, the cat let a strained smile stretch across his features.
"What's the matter? Angry I took your eye?" He laughed a bit as a snarl vibrated against his esophagus. The laughter was strained and humorless. He needed to find a way out of this predicament. As it was, they were at a stalemate, his life hanging in the balance.
Movement from their right side drew Grimmjow's attention, the sound obviously catching the big wolf's attention as well. His ears swiveled toward the foot steps as he turned his head to look with his remaining eye.
Grimmjow couldn't quite stifle the pained whimper the action caused as he was drug and shifted by his throat, sharp teeth drawing blood.
••••••
Shiro and Renji watched the big wolf prove it's point, cutting off the werecat's oxygen. They held their weapons at the ready, but neither was willing to put the monster's promise to the test.
The albino found himself glad that King wasn't within sight, still keeping Rukia in the safety of their barrier. He had taken a liking to the cat and would probably do something stupid.
The cat taunted the beast, but the pale man could hear the strain in his voice. He could practically see the cat's mind working, looking for a way out of the situation he was in. His impossibly blue eyes swirled, the slightest hint of fear in their depths, as his thoughts raced.
A figure stepped from the surrounding forest on the other side of the struggling creatures. Shiro recognized it as the leader of the Pack. The one that had demanded to see Grimmjow after the battle the night before. It's cloudy eyes roamed from him and Renji to the wolf under his command and the cat, taking in the situation.
Shiro watched the new arrival, training his gun on it and motioning for Renji to keep his trained on the black wolf. This wolf was slightly smaller than the large black one, though he certainly looked just as deadly. His calm eyes shone with the intelligence and confidence of an accomplished and skilled predator.
"They kill him, and neither of 'em make it home." Shiro whispered to the red head. Renji nodded.
The new wolf finally drew the black one's attention, the beast pivoting so that it could see what approached. Shiro winced as Grimmjow whimpered quietly, the cat gritting his teeth as he held as still as possible.
"St..." The cat paused as teeth constricted slightly. "Starrk." He said in a rough voice, watching the Pack leader from the corner of his eyes.
"Grimmjow." The new wolf greeted back, slightly tipping his head to the cat. He stepped forward, looking up at the human's that had their guns trained on Nnoitra and himself.
"Why don' ya just go back ta wherever ya came from?" Shiro asked the brown wolf, inching closer to the beasts in the forest. Throwing a second werewolf into the mix didn't seem to bode well for the hapless cat he was trying to save.
"Hnn..." The wolf looked away from the man, dismissing him, and crouched down to look at the werecat. "Quite the predicament, Nnoi." He said, tilting his head to the side as he studied the cat's wounds. "They have silver bullets."
Nnoitra didn't move a muscle, letting the alpha get as close as he wanted. "I ain't lettin' go." He said, voice quiet and even. "They shoot and I'll kill him."
Grimmjow snorted a harsh laugh, gasping slightly for air as he did so. "You kill me and they'll shoot. Do you really think you're going to leave here alive without letting me go?" He said, addressing the wolf clutching him in it's jaws.
He slowly extended his arm toward the humans, careful not to make any sudden movements that could be misconstrued as an attack as he gently patted the air, trying to stay Shiro's hand. Now that Starrk was here, Grimmjow stood a chance. The alpha wolf had always been level headed and calm, willing to accept when he had lost.
The humans couldn't hear all of what was being said, but Shiro was willing to trust the cat, it was his life, after all. The werepanther had an arm outstretched toward them, telling them not to fire as he continued talking to the wolves.
"Shiro."
Shiro jumped as his name was whispered, the voice right beside his ear. He had been so focused on the monsters in front of him he hadn't heard King join them. The pale man internally groaned and hoped his pale copy wouldn't try rushing off to the cat's aid like the night before.
"I've got an idea, but it might stun him a bit..." Ichigo whispered as quietly as he could with his twin still being able to hear him. He watched the creatures before them, the stalemate between the three of them was obvious and not looking favorable.
Ichigo looked past his twin to Renji, making sure he was paying attention too. He nodded to the red head, then turned his gaze back to the werepanther and his captors. The situation was taking a turn, going south by the minute.
Neither man could hear what was being said anymore, but Grimmjow had his jaw clenched, teeth bared as he looked from one wolf to the other. His body was rigid and tense, the end of his tail twitching nervously. Other wise, he held completely still.
The brown wolf said something, his voice too quiet to carry to them. It's eyes darted to Grimmjow for a moment, then back to his subordinate. A deep, threatening growl rose to fill the silence. The black wolf took a step backward, away from the brown one, dragging the smaller werecat with him.
A slight whimper followed the movement as Grimmjow's hands shot up to grasp at the wolf's jaws again.
"Alright, King, what was that idea a yers?" Shiro asked, seeing that the situation didn't seem to be getting any better.
Ichigo watched the events unfold with wide eyes. "Be ready..." he whispered before he closed his eyes and a soft chanting fell from his lips. He could feel the tingle of the runes inked into his wrists turn to a burn as he summoned power.
Shrio's eyes widened before he readied himself as best he could. Ichi had said he may be stunned, that could mean anything. So he prepared for the worst, keeping his gun ready while he tensed up.
Renji's reaction was much the same. He looked at Ichigo, a mix of confusion, awe and fear showing on his features, before he looked back to the situation unfolding before them. He took a deep breath as he heard Ichigo's soft chanting pick up in cadence.
The air crackled slightly, ripples of power disrupting the breeze. The werepanther's eyes widened in recognition as the spicy, yet cold smell of the Caster's magic washed over them. His struggling renewed as he felt the wolf above him tense up.
Both wolves looked up at the same time, Nnoitra lifting a struggling Grimmjow from the ground as he glared at the human. They realized what was happening a split second too late.
Power rippled out from Ichigo, crashing into the three struggling beast's like waves against a jagged cliff. It was the same type of magic he used in the barrier, just more focused and refined, still targeting the wolves more than the cat. He had just recently learned how to do this and he hoped it would work.
The electric-like power jolted through the beasts. Pained, screeching yelps tore from the throats of the wolves as they were thrown from their feet by the force of the crashing waves.
Nnoitra's muscles convulsed and spasmed, forcing his jaws to first tighten fractionally, then involuntarily open. He didn't see or feel the cat slip from his grip as pain lanced through his body, clouding his vision. He vaguely registered hitting the ground and rolling to a stop, but still, he couldn't move as his muscles continued to spasm and twitch. He felt the heavy thud of Starrk's body hitting the ground near him before his leader rolled into view.
The brown wolf's jaws were clenched, teeth bared as he also twitched and whined, the same power ripping through his body as well. Both wolves howled in agony and struggled against the magic that permeated their bodies.
Shiro gaped as he watched the air ripple out from Ichigo's body. Pained howling snapped him back to earth and he grabbed Renji's wrist, dragging the red head forward with him.
The werepanther had been thrown from the convulsing wolf's jaws to land heavily on the ground. Shiro could see he wasn't feeling quite the same effects as the wolves, but he was certainly feeling something unpleasant.
He lay on his back, eyes wide as he stared, unseeing, at the canopy above. His back arched and a pained whine made it's way from his abused throat at the same time as one of the wolves yelped, another wave of power washing over them.
The albino slid to a halt on his knees beside the stunned cat, uncertain of what to do. He touched Grimmjow's arm, pulling an angry and slightly frightened hiss from the beast. "Grimmjow? Ya hear me?"
Wide, blue eyes flicked to his form, slow to focus on him. The cat's breaths were a little short, but he seemed to be regaining his senses slowly. He struggled to right himself, stumbling in the direction the humans indicated, but another wave of power rippled through him. He tripped, falling to his knees, grunting and clenching his jaw.
From a few meters away, the wolves snarled and howled in pain, bodies spasming and twitching.
"Hurry!" Ichigo ground out, his voice thick and strained as he struggled to keep the magic he had cast going. He didn't want to find out how long it would take for the wolves to recover after he released his hold.
Shiro raised his gun to aim at the brown werewolf, thinking to eliminate the problem, but Grimmjow's hand clutched his arm, dragging the gun away from it's target. He didn't understand, but didn't have time to contemplate. Instead, he and Renji began half dragging the cat toward Ichigo and the barrier, where they would be safe.
"Dammit, cat! Veer already, ya aint ganna be able to get through like this anyway!" The albino practically shouted at the werepanther. The cat was heavy like this, making them slower as they helped him. He could see King struggling and tiring and knew they wouldn't have much time.
Grimmjow, dazed as he was by the Caster's magic, was slow to respond. "A little closer." He growled out, still forcing his body to move. As they neared the barrier, he did as Shiro had suggested, promptly collapsing as the force of veering from his resurrection to his human body used up the last of his dwindling energy.
Shiro and Renji grunted and staggered as the man's full weight descended upon them. They pulled him the last few feet, through the barrier before swinging around to find Ichigo.
The Caster followed behind them, dropping to his knees beside the barely conscious werecat and panting harshly. The man furrowed his blue brows at him before speaking in a quiet, horse voice. "damn..." was all he said, a look of surprise crossing his features.
Ichigo chuckled, a small smile crossing his lips as he tilted his head back to look up at his twin and Renji.
The two men stared down at him, both equally shocked and impressed.
"Lets get inside before the wolves get back up, yeah?" Renji whispered, eyes a little wide.
Without a word, Shiro wrapped a pale arm around King's waist, helping the man to his feet and headed toward their home. Renji bent and hoisted the bigger bluenette to his feet, making a face as he realized the man was naked again. Not that it mattered, the man was hardly conscious and Renji more drug him then supported him.
Rukia ran to his side, tears still streaking her face. She clutched at Renji's sleeve as they slowly made their way toward the front door, but refused to touch the panther turned man.
••••••
Ichigo took a deep, steadying breath and stepped away from his twin's solid support once they made it into the sitting room. Shiro shot him a worried look, but the orange head assured him he was fine. He turned to watch Renji shrug through the front door, an injured and bleeding werecat in tow.
"When the hell did ya learn that, King?" Shiro's watery voice asked, still blown away by the power Ichigo had displayed.
"I figured it out by accident while trying to strengthen the barrier the other day" He answered, smirking a little. He motioned for Renji to deposit the werecat in one of the chairs. "I'm just glad it mostly worked"
Shiro grunted at his words, then left the room, returning a few moments later with a blanket and an old towel. He dropped the blanket across the man's lap, hiding his naked lower body. Handing the towel to Ichigo, he motioned for Renji to follow him.
"Come on, Red. Let's get ya cleaned up and make sure yer ok" He said quietly, turning down the hall and heading toward the wash room.
Renji followed after him, already checking himself over for cuts and gashes that could have been caused by the wolf. As he had told them before, most of the blood and gore on him was from the butchered horse, but he would be happy to clean off at least. He was lucky, he got away virtually untouched, just a few scrapes and bruises from the horse. He would have to be sure to thank the cat as soon as the man was more alert.
Rukia silently trailed behind him, feeling a little awkward and still terrified.
Ichigo left to get a bowl of hot water from the kitchen. When he returned, the werepanther had his eyes squeezed shut, as if in pain. His chest heaved slightly, still obviously out of breath from his excursion and injuries. He quivered slightly, muscled abdomen flexing and relaxing in uneven intervals that Ichigo doubted the man was even aware of, almost as if electricity was forcing it's self out of his abused body.
"Cold?" he asked, unfolding the blanket in the man's lap to cover more of him. He knew that wasn't what was causing the man to shiver. He could feel his magic seeping from the bluenette's body, leaving him drained, exhausted and trembling. Ichigo could only wander what the wolves, for whom the magic had been shaped, were feeling.
"No." He said in a rough voice. He pried hazy eyes open to watch the Caster as the human dipped the towel into the hot water. "I need to stop hanging around you." He said, no heat or anger to his tired sounding words.
Ichigo gave him an apologetic, yet curious look. He rang the water from the towel and started gently clearing away some of the blood and dirt smeared across the man's broad, sculpted chest.
Grimmjow bared his teeth as the cloth laved over a deep gash, but did his best to hold still. His instincts screamed that he shouldn't be letting someone so close while he was injured, that he was putting himself in a dangerous position. But he ignored it, keeping a wary eye on the Caster instead.
"Seems... Seems I'm constantly forced to relinquish my resurrection when we meet." He answered the Caster's curious look. A quiet whimper left his abused throat as the Caster moved to begin cleaning the puncture wounds from the wolf's teeth.
"sorry..." Ichigo mumbled, apologizing because of what the man said and the obvious pain he was in. He worked as carefully and quickly as he could, concentrating on the task at hand and trying to ignore the heat that radiated from the body before him.
The man's voice sounded tired, words a bit slurred and Ichigo silently prayed that he wouldn't pass out.
"Does it always hurt to...change?" He asked, wanting to keep the bluenette talking as well as being genuinely curious about it.
"No." Grimmjow squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth a bit before continuing. "No. Only when I'm forced to change, like when silver pierces my flesh." He explained, not really sure why he was telling a human these things. "The magic you used made it hard to veer. I had to force my resurrection away, usually I just...sort of slip in and out of it." He said, shrugging lightly. It was a difficult thing to explain.
Ichigo nodded. He didn't really understand exactly what he meant, but he got the general idea. He continued cleaning the feline's wounds, taking note of how the man finally seemed to be relaxing a bit. His mind wandered to other things about the cat, what he wanted to know, what he should ask the man, how to keep him talking and awake.
Ichigo was rather curious about the understanding the cat and the leader of the wolf pack seemed to have between them. He would have thought that the two would have been rivals, sworn enemies even. Felines and canines weren't supposed to get along, yet they almost seemed like they could have been friends under different circumstances.
Just as he opened his mouth to form his question, a quiet groan escaped the blue haired man's throat and a big hand grasped his arm, halting him in his cleaning. The hand squeezed, almost pushing him away, but still holding him from moving, like the bluenette wasn't sure which he was trying to do.
The Caster looked up at the man, thinking that he must have hurt him. "Hey, you ok?" He asked when he saw the man's face.
Blue brows were scrunched together in an almost determined way, his eyes unfocused and cloudy. When he didn't respond, not even glancing toward Ichigo, the orange haired man started to get worried.
He stood from his knees, bending to be on level with the werecat. "Hey...Hey, can you hear me?" He asked, softly shaking the arm that was out stretched to grasp at him.
The grip on his arm loosened, the hand falling away as blue eyes rolled back and the man's body slumped forward.
Ichigo cursed softly and grabbed at the unconscious man, catching him before he could fall to the floor.
••••••
Starrk shakily climbed to his feet, muscles still twitching slightly at random moments. He couldn't believe the power that had been behind the assaulting waves of magic. It was the strongest he had been hit with in a long time. His stomach revolted at the sudden motion and a low groan escaped as the world spun. He stumbled to Nnoitra's side.
The big, black wolf lay, curled in on himself, on his right side. The wound from his missing left eye was clotted over, the bleeding slowed to a slight weeping. Starrk could tell the cat had gotten in another shot to the area, the jagged claw marks red and puckered.
Slowly, Nnoitra's body began to relax, a heavy, panting sigh hissing between clenched teeth. Starrk reached down and helped his underling his feet.
"What...the hell was that?" Nnoitra asked, lone eye wide as he searched the surrounding forest for signs of the humans or cat. He found none, they had already left and he was a little surprised they hadn't killed Starrk and himself.
"No idea." The Pack leader answered, heading in the direction of their den. "But I don't want to stick around and find out." He looked back over his shoulder, in the direction of the human home and silently congratulated Grimmjow. The werecat had found himself powerful new allies.
Nnoitra grunted and stumbled after him, raising his hand to brush at the gashes and scare tissue marring the left half of his face. The last of the magic was still working it's way out of his body, causing his muscles to jerk every few moments and his missing eye itched worse than it had before.
••••••
Feathery touches caressed his abdomen, gentle and soothing. The warm touches slowly pulled away the haze of unconsciousness and lured him toward wakefulness. Blue brows drew together as another light touch tickled across his rib cage.
Grimmjow groaned, the sound quiet and rough as it vibrated in his chest. The touches stopped and he lay still, mind still trying to crawl out of a heavy, fogged sleep. After a few moments, the touches continued, lighter, softer than before, tracing the planes of his abs.
The touches moved lower over his body, hesitating at his waste line. The muscles of his abdomen flexed of their own accord as his body began responding to the warm fingers brushing over his heated skin. Grimmjow could feel his lower half stir awake, his member brushing cool fabric.
Blue eyes slowly opened to stare at the ceiling. Mind still heavy, Grimmjow was slow to register what was going on around him.
He lay flat on his back, the lighting of the room around him dim, but not dark. He could feel the light weight of thin sheets draped across his lower body and the cool, silken material that he was laying on. The bed dipped slightly off to his right from the weight of a body, someone sitting on the mattress next to him. Heat radiated off that body like a furnace, wrapping him in a slightly suffocating, yet comfortable warmth.
A soft hand ran up his toned chest, fingers splayed as they explored and Grimmjow tilted his head fractionally to see who was touching him. The lightly tanned hand froze, before being snatched away. Grimmjow looked up into widening brown eyes.
"I...I'm sorry!" Ichigo stared in frozen shock for a moment, then began to scramble away, toward the edge of the large, king sized bed. A million excuses ran through his head for why he had been touching the bluenette like that, but he knew they were lies. It was true, he had come up here to see if the man had woken up yet and to check on his injuries, but he hadn't been able to keep his hands away.
A strong hand wrapped around his wrist, easily halting his retreat. The Caster looked up, mind working for an excuse and his mouth opening and closing a few times as nothing came out. He froze when his gaze locked with swirling, expressive blue.
The man didn't move, just looked him in the eye, as if searching for something there, and Ichigo knew he had to be angry. He prepared himself for the verbal lashing he was sure to get. Hell, he would be lucky if the werecat turned man didn't maul him.
"I'm s...sorry..." Ichigo stuttered again, still unable to look away from those crystalline, blue pools. "I was checking your injuries...and..." His mind supplied as the man opened his mouth to surely question what he was doing.
"You ganna finish what you started?" The deep tone was heavy and sinful, barely louder than a whisper but it still carried confidence and an animalistic promise. It sent a chill up the Caster's spine.
"wait... What?" Did the man actually believe his lame excuse? But as he looked into quickly darkening, azure eyes, he knew the bluenette hadn't been talking about his injuries. Ichigo began to pull away again, eyes wide as he continued to stare into the brilliant blue that wouldn't release their hold over him.
The hand circling his wrist tugged him forward before letting go. It wasn't a painful or forceful action, but the man's strength, even as injured as he was, was immense and Ichigo fell forward. He caught himself, bracing his hands on either side of the werecat's head, keeping himself from falling onto the injured man.
Grimmjow looked up into wide, shock filled brown eyes. He watched confusion, then understanding dance in chocolaty depths. A smirk tugged at his handsome features as the man hovering above him seemed frozen, unsure weather he should run or give in to Grimmjow's silent demand.
The bluenette raised his hand, hooking his fingers under the Caster's chin. He pulled the man forward, careful not to hurt or scare him, but still leaving no room for the man to struggle against him. Now that the orange head was so close, he couldn't seem to help himself, not that he cared too. With the way the Caster had been touching him, the smaller man was lucky Grimmjow hadn't jumped him.
Ichigo gasped slightly as strong, yet gentle fingers grasped his chin and jaw, pulling his face down. Full lips slanted over his in a ghosting of warmth, before the contact was ended. It was quick, chaste, but it sent electricity through his body, leaving him almost out of breath. A tongue peeked out of the bluenette's mouth, running over a full bottom lip and Ichigo couldn't keep his eyes from following the motion.
The bluenette pressed his lips to Ichigo's again, this time initiating a deep, searing kiss. The orange haired Caster tasted exquisite and that first, simple contact had only made him want more. Grimmjow was a creature of instinct, a predator, and so he took what he wanted.
A hot tongue teased at his bottom lip, quickly retreating and pulling a barely audible whine from Ichigo's throat. He felt the man smirk slightly against him, then that wet appendage was delving into his mouth, mapping everything it could reach and coaxing his own tongue into a heated dance.
Ichigo's mind was overrun, drowning in what was happening. All he could do was react, his body going through the motions for him. He hardly registered as he grew harder. The sinful body below him radiated heat and lust and Ichigo wanted more.
The hand grasping his jaw finally released it's hold, working around to the back of his neck. The bluenette tried to pull him closer as their lip lock deepened. Ichigo's tongue ran along sharp, nipping teeth, forcing a shiver down his spine.
Grimmjow's other arm worked around his waist, pulling his lower body closer with an almost desperate need. Ichigo was caught of guard by the strength and suddenness of the motion. Loosing his balance, he dropped on top of the bluenette.
Grimmjow broke the kiss, a strained groan working up his throat as he grimaced, baring his teeth. Pain twisted his features for a moment, before he took a deep breath and pushed it away.
"I..I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Ichigo chanted, frantic mind finally catching up to what was happening. He hadn't meant to hurt the man. He shouldn't be here, he should have checked on the man's wounds and left him sleep. Ichigo tried to pull away, off the bluenette. The corded arm hooked around his waist tightened, pulling him flush with the solid body below him and silencing his apologies.
All thoughts of fleeing flew out the window as a hot, moist tongue laved at his pulse point and up the side of his neck. The bluenette below him shifted, and Ichigo's attention was drawn to the man's obvious erection that pressed against his hip, only separated by his jeans and the thin sheets that covered the man from the waist down.
Warm fingers danced along the bottom hem of the Caster's shirt, pushing the fabric away as Grimmjow explored his toned abdomen. He hummed against the tanned neck he was teasing. Ichigo wasn't as solidly muscled as his twin, the bluenette noted, but just as attractive.
The bluenette quickly got annoyed with the fabric getting in his way and began pulling at the shirt. The material creaked, seams threatening to rip and the Caster rose up, knees on either side of Grimmjow's waist. He lifted his arms above his head, allowing the feline to pull the shirt off, rather than rip it off.
With the shirt out of the way, Grimmjow ran his hands up the slim body before him, appreciating the view. The crimson sheets pooled in his lap as he sat up, wrapping his arms around Ichigo's waist and laved his tongue over a pert nipple.
Ichigo's arms circled around the back of his neck, one of his hands delving into thick, silky blue strands as the smaller man's head fell back. A delicious moan escaped the Caster's bared throat, making Grimmjow's dick twitch with want.
Grimmjow hummed his approval, nipping at the hardened bud lightly. He let one of his big hands roam up along Ichigo's toned back, while his other found purchase on the Caster's ass.
The werecat pulled the man closer, wanting more, needing more. He was just getting ready to switch their positions when his keen hearing picked out the sound of light footsteps coming up the stairs. It was obvious the Caster had yet to hear them, he tugged at Grimmjow's hair, whining for more. The bluenette obliged, letting his hand dip below the waist band of the Caster's tight jeans to kneed at the perfect, rounded cheeks below.
Using his free hand, he unbuttoned the front of Ichigo's jeans, giving himself more room, then wrapped his arm back around the smaller male's body. His other hand played with the seem of Ichigo's cheeks, teasing and caressing. He shifted slightly, bring his hand inside the boxers the Caster wore.
The orange head pushed back against his hand slightly, a low, wanton moan escaping his soft lips. Grimmjow couldn't refuse the invitation and let his index finger push against the smaller man's puckered entrance. The hand in his hair tightened.
"hnn...Grimm..." The Caster's voice was laced with lust and want, his eyes dark and clouded.
A smirk played at Grimmjow's lips as the footsteps paused outside of his room and the unique scent of Ichi's twin wafted toward him. He pushed his probing finger past the tight ring of muscle, making the man straddling his lap cry out at the sudden intrusion just as the door creaked open.
••••••
Shirosaki opened up the door to one of their many spare rooms. He crossed the room and dropped the clean sheets and blankets onto the bare mattress of the bed.
"Ya know where the bathroom is. Ichi and I are in the room at the very end of the hall, door on the right, if ya need somethin'." He said to the two that followed him into the room. "Werecat's on the third floor, don't really know why ya'd need ta know, but whatever." he shrugged and left the room, bidding Renji and Rukia a good night.
He and Ichigo had demanded they stay. They weren't willing to let the two try making the trip back home so shortly after the attack. It would have been dangerous enough in the dark that had quickly descended, but neither knew if the wolves would continue to lurk outside. The only person that could have possibly told them if they were near had passed out, and now slept in a room on third floor. It was easy to understand, the man had sort of gotten the hell kicked out of him twice in the past twenty four hours, not to mention the havoc King's magic seemed to have wreaked on the man's body.
They could all tackle how to get Renji and the midget safely into town tomorrow, in the light of day and after a night's rest.
The albino made his way back down the stairs, descending to the first floor. Walking down the hall to the front door, he double checked the locks and chains, not that any of them would keep a werewolf out, but that was the barrier's job. So far, so good on that front. And after Ichigo's display a few hours ago, Shiro's confidence was boosted quite high.
He poked his head around the corner of the door way, checking for King in the sitting room they had been gathered in before.
The orange haired Caster had left a while ago to check on the injured man's wounds and to see if he had woken up yet. That had been at least twenty minutes ago, yet King wasn't back down stairs yet.
Shrugging, Shiro headed back up the stairs to his and Ichigo's shared room. Maybe King had already made it to bed. It was a reasonable idea.
"How's he..." He started to ask about the condition of the bluenette, opening the door to their bedroom. "King?" Turning the light on revealed an empty bed. "huh."
The pale man left the room, going back to the stairs. He continued up the spiral case, worry starting to gnaw at his gut. He hoped all was ok, both with King and the unconscious man they had dragged up the stairs. He was finding that the cat was growing on him, as much as he hated to admit it.
Coming to the door that led to the bluenette's room, he hesitated for a moment, ears straining as he thought he heard a muffled sound. A voice sounded, much louder this time and he swung the door open. It had definitely been King's voice, he would recognize that sound no matter how muffled it was.
The sight that greeted him had Shiro rooted to the ground.
Ichigo was on his knees, straddling the blue haired man on the bed. His hand fisted in blue locks, the other tightly gripped the back of the bluenette's arm. The Caster's back arched, head thrown back, and he squeezed his eyes shut as another moan crawled from his parted and swollen lips.
The bluenette's naked upper half was molded to King's front, thickly corded arms wrapped tight around his waist. One hand was tucked inside the back of King's jeans, while the other was splayed across the middle of his back. The bluenette's tongue left a saliva coated trail up the middle of Ichi's chest and Shiro realized that the man was smirking, his blue eyes directed at him.
A shiver racked the albino's spine, his gold on black eyes wide as he stared at the arousing sight. His jeans began to grow tight as a simmering anger began to well up in him. He growled, storming toward the two men on the bed.
Grimmjow turned his head to watch him straight on, but made no move to halt what he was doing. Ichigo's brown eyes slit open, dark with need. He peeked at the albino for a moment, before some of the haze seemed to clear and his eyes widened. He scrambled backward, nearly falling to the floor in his haste as his brother stalked up to the bedside. He pressed back against the wall, hands held up in front of him, trying to calm his enraged twin.
Shiro gave him a cursory glance, dismissing him in favor of the blue haired man. Giving in to the possessive anger swimming in his gut, he lashed out. His fist was blocked by a strong forearm, the smirk faltering slightly on the bluenette's face. The albino practically threw himself at the man, knocking him backward.
A pained grunt made it's way from Grimmjow's throat as the pale human knocked him back to the bed. A solid punch landed on his gut, the shot knocking the air from his lungs. He figured the albino might be upset, but he hadn't counted on outright rage. If he was honest, he had kind of hoped the pale man would join.
Ichigo stood stunned as his twin hit the bluenette, but the moment didn't last long.
"Shiro!" Ichigo scrambled around the bed, grabbing his brother's arm and halting another punch. "Shirosaki, stop!" He yelled again, dragging the pale man away.
Shiro spun on him, grabbing hold of Ichigo's upper arms. "Yer mine!" He half growled, half yelled. "Mine, King!" He shook Ichigo lightly, backing him toward the wall. Before he knew it, he seized a stunned King's lips with his own. The kiss was deep and possessive.
The albino broke the kiss just as suddenly as he had initiated it, a wild look flashing in his gold eyes. He spun back to the bluenette, who was slowly standing from the bed. Shiro bared his teeth, launching himself back at the bigger man.
Grimmjow took a ginger step forward, just as the pale man hurtled at him again. He was knocked from his feet, unable to support his own and Shiro's weight. The albino landed on top of him, straddling his bare abdomen. A slight panic welled up in the werecat, instincts warning him that he was dealing with an unpredictable man.
He reached up, grabbing hold of Shiro's wrists and keeping the smaller man from hitting him again. Gold eyes flashed with anger and something else as the albino looked down at him. They sat for several moments, unmoving, the silence only broken by panting breaths. Recognition flashed simultaneously through blue and gold and the tension finally broke.
Shiro gave in to the body below his own, he couldn't deny how the events he had walked in on effected him. Seeing the attractive bluenette's naked body below him certainly wasn't helping.
The hands holding his wrists released him, settling on his slim hips. Shiro leaned forward, sinking his teeth into the flesh of Grimmjow's shoulder, eliciting an aroused, moaning hiss from the man. He let his mind go blank, not willing to think about what was going on.
Ichigo stared in shock as what had been the beginning of a violent fight turned into a still semi violent, yet lust filled display.
His twin's hands locked into bright blue strands as the larger man ripped the shirt from Shiro's body, dropping the pieces on the floor beside them.
Shiro tugged on Grimmjow's hair, pulling his head back to bare his throat. The albino wasted no time in biting and sucking at the exposed skin. Grimmjow growled, the sound deep and husky as he let his nails dig into the pale flesh of Shiro's bare back as the albino ground down against the bluenette's hard member.
Shiro untangled one of his hands from Grimmjow's mane of blue to reach around behind himself. He grasped the bluenette's thick member, giving a single, teasing pump. The werecat's lips curled into an expression somewhere near a snarl as he bucked his hips upward, into the hand gripping him.
The sight had Ichigo painfully hard, his own cock straining against the constricting fabric of his jeans. He let out a breathy whine, unable to hold the sound back as he watched with wide eyes as the bluenette and his brother continued to ravish each other.
Blue and gold turned in his direction at the sound of his low whine and Ichigo found himself trying to back away, only to find that his back was pressed against the wall. Leering grins stretched across both men's faces at nearly the same time, making Ichigo feel like the cornered prey of a large predator. He swallowed and watched the bluenette push his twin off him.
Shiro landed on his butt in between the man's legs, his attention drawn back to the bluenette. The man's thick member bobbed as he began sitting up, pushing himself up on his elbows, his blue eyes never leaving King. Shiro had other ideas. Bending forward before Grimmjow could get out of reach, he licked the head of the man's cock.
A surprised gasp left Grimmjow and he looked down to watch as the pale man engulfed the head of his erection into his furnace like mouth. Shiro hollowed his cheeks and sucked down his length, drawing an aroused groan from the larger man.
Grimmjow's brilliant, blue eyes, half mast and clouded with lust, landed on Ichigo again.
"Come here, Ichi" The deep, husky voice promised every sin imaginable and Ichigo couldn't deny the command. "On the bed."
The orange head did as he was told, stripping his jeans off in the process. He watched Grimmjow grab a fistful of snowy locks, tugging Shiro's head away from his cock.
Shiro snarled at him, but quickly climbed to his feet as he saw that King had moved to the bed. The albino kicked off the rest of his clothing and crawled onto the mattress. He pushed Ichigo to a laying position and stripped the man's boxers off, dropping them to the floor as Grimmjow's heavier weight dipped the mattress behind him.
Grimmjow smirked as an idea came to mind. He pushed Shiro to the mattress, the albino hardly putting up any resistance. Before he had the chance to enact his idea, however, Ichigo had positioned himself between his twin's legs.
The Caster ran his tongue over pale, quivering muscles, slowly working his way toward Shiro's member. The albino's head fell back, resting on the pillows as a needy moan left his throat.
Wet heat engulfed his cock, dragging a gasp from him. Shiro opened his eyes to watch the orange head that bobbed up and down in his lap as King quickly found a mind numbing pace. A pale hand ran through the orange spikes almost lovingly while Shiro watched and enjoyed. Ichigo hummed at the touch.
"Hnn...King..." Shiro panted, letting his head fall back again as Ichigo continued sucking his cock.
Grimmjow lowered himself down to his knees on the mattress, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, while he watched. His own dick twitched and he groaned at the needy moan issued from Shiro.
He leaned forward, abdomen to Ichigo's back, and licked up the side of Shiro's exposed throat.
The albino slit his eyes open again, looking up into equally heated blue. Grimmjow ran his index and middle finger over the albino's lip and Shiro instantly opened up. He wrapped his tongue around the digit's presented to him, sucking on them suggestively and liberally coating them in saliva.
Grimmjow pulled his hand away, scooting backward on the bed a little.
Ichigo whimpered as the warm body that had been pressed to his back withdrew. A split second later, a finger was teasing at his entrance. He moaned around the cock in his mouth and raised his ass a little, offering himself to the bluenette behind him.
Grimmjow hummed at the offering, instantly plunging his index finger into that tight hole. The orange head stiffened, pausing in his actions on Shiro's cock. The pale twin gently pushed his head down and Ichigo continued sucking. Grimmjow pumped his finger a couple times, quickly growing impatient and adding a second.
The orange haired Caster cried out, the sound muffled by his mouthful. Soon enough, he was pushing backward in time with his sucking, drawing moans from his twin and himself as the fingers impaling him thrust deep.
Grimmjow scissored his fingers a couple times before pulling the digits out. The sights and sounds of the men below him wore on his patience and his hard member had grown painful. He lined himself up, sliding forward in a fluid motion, until he was fully seated in Ichigo's tight heat.
Ichigo released Shiro's cock, crying out as Grimmjow's large member impaled him. He squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers tightening in their grip on his twin's slim hips. After a few moments, he finally let out a panting breath and began rocking backward. Grimmjow took the hint and pulled back, snapping his hips forward again and drawing another cry from the smaller man.
"Grimm–!" Ichigo did his best to meet the man's vicious thrusts. He slit his eyes open to lock with the darkened gold of his twin's. Grimmjow continued to pound into him and he couldn't have stemmed the flow of his moans even had he wanted to.
"Damn, King..." Shiro panted out, looking at Ichigo's flushed face hovering over his waist line. He grabbed hold of Ichigo's arms, tugging and pulling the man further up the bed.
Grimmjow paused in his brutal pace, letting Ichigo scoot up his pale copy as he realized what Shiro was going for. He quickly entered the orange head again as he came to a stop, body lining up with Shiro's now.
Shirosaki wrapped a pale arm around the back of King's neck, pulling his copy down for a sloppy, heated kiss as Grimmjow found his brutal pace again. The man grunted and moaned above them, the sounds going straight to his dick. Shiro used his free hand to guide himself to Ichigo's entrance, along side Grimmjow's thick member. He waited for the big man to pull almost completely out, then matched his thrust. They both seated themselves fully into Ichigo, panting and moaning in pleasure.
Ichigo broke away from Shiro's drugging kiss, a strangled, moaning cry tearing from his throat. The added size burned in the best of ways, consuming him until he thought he would burn alive.
"haaah...Grimmnnn..." The Caster moaned out, lost in his haze of pleasure. He could feel heat pool in his gut. "Sshiro..."
Both men continued to pound into him, grunting and moaning as they did. A strangled cry alerted the two to Ichigo's release, his sticky seed blending with Shiro's milky complexion.
The tight, silky walls of the Caster constricted with his release and pulled Shrio's orgasm from him at nearly the same time. Grimmjow thrust one more time, a growl leaving his throat as he too rode out his release.
The two men pulled out, Shiro wrapping his arms around a trembling King and pulling him to lay on his chest. Ichigo smiled, resting his head on his twin's shoulder.
Grimmjow collapsed to their side, taking a deep breath and letting his eyes close. A soft, rumbling purr left his throat as his very much sated and still recovering body demanded rest.
The Caster snorted, a quiet, amused sound. He reached out and gently brushed blue strands away from the already sleeping feline's face, small smile playing at his lips. Below him, Shiro's grip tightened fractionally as he shifted so he could also look toward the bluenette.
"Tch. I guess he's kinda cute when he sleeps." The albino huffed quietly. "Don't really like pets in the house, but I guess ya can keep him." he added, still looking at the bluenette. "If he want's ta stay, at least." He shrugged lightly.
Ichigo chuckled and snuggled his face against his twin's neck. "We can think about it later." He said quietly, a yawn escaping as he spoke. For now, sleep beckoned and the warmth of his brother and the larger man beside him made struggling to stay awake futile.
AN:Lots of fun for you guys to read, yeah? I promised blood, violence and naked men last chapter... I think I delivered well enough XD
This chapter tried to be even longer, but I decided to cut it off and save some for later *wink*
Well, what did you guys think?