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Chapter 15

He was dreaming again, but he was pretty sure that this time it was a normal dream brought on by him being horny, which he was going to blame on pregnancy hormones. He was desperately trying to advert his eyes as he watched Shiro fuck Grimmjow into the sands of Hueco Mundo. They both looked younger somehow. Shiro for example had shorter hair only reaching to his mid-back, while Grimmjow was the opposite - his hair was longer, just brushing his shoulders.

It was like watching a train wreck, as he found he couldn't pull his gaze away from the sight. He couldn't deny that the sight turned him on. He groaned at his own thoughts, those two were going to turn him into a sexual deviant.

Sighing he turned his attention to his hard on, which he began to palm. It was degrading to have to resort to this because of a damn wet dream. He pumped his hardness in time with Shiro's trusts into Grimmjow. He moaned, enjoying the sensation, and ashamed of them at the same time. It only made the situation worse. Just as he was about to come within the dream, he woke up to being sandwiched between the two and a raging hard on in his pants. Well this sucked, and it was absolutely embarrassing.

He sucked in a breath as Shiro's hand groped him.

"Queeny, just what in the world were you dreaming about to get you this hard?" Shiro asked as he stroked Ichigo through his hakama.

"I don't want to talk about it, and don't touch me!" Ichigo swiped at his hand. Shiro grinned.

"I'll have ta guess then. Was I fucking Grimm-kitty?"

Ichigo hissed, jerking into Grimmjow's chest. Who immediately wrapped his arms around him in a vice grip and nuzzled his face into Ichigo's shoulder. Ichigo didn't know what to think anymore. How the hell did Shiro know what he was dreaming about?

The grin widened at Ichigo's reaction, Shiro removed his hand from Ichigo's groin, bringing it up to take hold of his chin instead, and pulled him in for a kiss. Shiro had never kissed him like that before; he had always been demanding, and harsh leaving him with bruised lips. This time the kiss was gentle, barely brushing his lips. It was in no way helping his raging hard on. If anything, it was making it worse. He moaned as Grimmjow's tongue licked at the back of his neck.

Shiro pulled back, and untied Ichigo's obi and then pulled his hakamas off.

"Please don't," Ichigo whimpered, but didn't really try to struggle. He knew as the way he currently was he would only waste time and energy, for they were far more powerful, physically anyway. Shiro sighed.

"I'm only going to get you off. No penetration, I promise. Well, not unless you want it." Then he leaned down and licked the tip at the same time as one of Grimmjow's hands slipped around, and took hold of the base of Ichigo's hardness.

Ichigo was in heaven at the sensations. Would it really be so horrible to give in, to let them pleasurehim? It wouldn't mean anything to him, but it felt so good, and it wasn't like he was a virgin anymore. Plus, as much as he denied it, deep down, he really enjoyed the sex.

"Ichigo, I want to fuck you. Will you let me?" Grimmjow's voice whispered in his ear. "I'll take you to new heights of pleasure. All you have to do is say yes."

He really shouldn't, but at the moment he was just so tired, and he wanted to forget all the bad that had just been piling up one thing on top of another. Still he wasn't gonna give a verbal response, he still had his pride. So, he just relaxed under their ministrations, let them guide his body to pleasure. He didn't say a word; he just let them do as they pleased. He could stop Grimmjow with a word; Shiro, however, was a whole other story.

"My Ichigo," Shiro said softly, kissing him gently. "I wanna fuck you too. If you want us to stop, say so now, because this will be your only chance." Ichigo was too far gone in pleasure to comprehend or even care anymore.

"Still defiant I see, but at least you're not fighting us anymore."

They moved in sync; bringing him to the brink, but never letting him fall over the line. He moaned, and screamed in his pleasure. Grimmjow was whispering sweet nothings in his ear and Shiro was tenderly touching him, paying extra attention to his baby bulge.

In this moment, for the first time, he felt as if they loved him. He knew better though, they were hollows; they could never truly love him like he dreamed, and because of them he never would. He would never escape them now, he knew that with an undeniable surety. He hated them, but he could see at least one good thing that came out of all this misery - his children. They were his world now, and he would do anything to protect them. That was something they all knew. And as long as they knew that they would be able to control him.

All thoughts flew from his mind as his orgasm overtook him. His chest heaved, as he tried to form coherent thought. Then finally, "Where the hell is my cherry soda?"

So it wasn't the most articulate thing to say after a round of mind blowing sex, but he was thirsty damn it, and he wanted a god damn cherry soda.

Shiro who had been enjoying the afterglow of sex, sweat dropped, sighed, then reached over the side of the bed and pulled up a sixteen-ounce bottle of cherry soda. "I didn't forget, you were just asleep when I came back."

Ichigo snorted as he snatched the bottle out of Shiro's hand, then flipped him the bird. Shiro snickered at his Queeny's antics. Ichigo may have submitted to sex, but he was still as fiery and bitchy as ever. Grimmjow snickered as well, digging on his side of the bed for the apple Shiro kept in case of Ichigo needing a snack.

"Not lunch, but it will do as a snack until then, don't you agree Strawberry?" Grimmjow asked. "Lunch should be delivered soon."

Ichigo frowned at the apple then asked. "Banana, and hot sauce sandwich?" His eyes were almost sparkling in innocence. "I'm really craving one right now, along with some cherries, lots of cherries." He took a sip of his cherry soda and moaned in absolute bliss. He could just live off cherries right now. He still wanted that banana and hot sauce sandwich though.

Shiro and Grimmjow sweat dropped. Grimmjow hesitantly replied. "Yeah, sure." Then whispered to Shiro in an undertone, "Those cravings are going to kill us."

"Probably."

Ichigo glared, then smiled evilly at the two of them. "Since we're a family now, we should eat it together."

Shiro and Grimmjow paled at the sickly sweet tone Ichigo managed to produce. It was terrifying in a variety of different ways. Ichigo was really becoming quite the bitch, and they couldn't be more proud. This kind of personality was a must-have to survive Hueco Mundo.

"I should have just kept my mouth shut."

Shiro snickered at his distress then went green as their lunch arrived. He was so blaming Grimmjow if he ended up worshipping the porcelain god. The smell alone already had his stomach revolting.

Ichigo's smile brightened.

I

Gin was glad that the meeting between him and Shiro went well, even if it was much sooner than he had originally planned. He had much more freedom than with Aizen in control at any rate, and he had managed to keep his control room a secret. And with Shiro bearing down on him that was saying something. Shiro had only requested that he wear a partial spiritual pressure suppressor, and while he wasn't too thrilled with the idea, he understood Shiro's reasoning. Gin was an unknown, not someone who held his ire, but still Ichigo was Shiro priority and Gin was thus a risk. And anyway, he only ordered half of Gin spiritual pressure suppressed, so that was something.

Gin sighed as he ate his meal in the silence of the empty room. He missed his Ran-chan; she had always known what to say to cheer him up when he was down. He really missed her, and he had probably destroyed her emotionally, and it hurt knowing he had probably lost her forever, but if he could get back what Aizen stole from her it would all be worth it.

"Gin-sama." A terrified voice brought him out of his thought. He turned his attention to the terrified Sayzel. "Shiro has requested that you write down everything you think is prevalent into this journal." Sayzel held up a journal along with a pen.

Gin grinned.

"Why ya so terrified pinky? Imma not gonna be able to hurt ya at only half power."

Sayzel shivered, then looked him straight in the eyes. "Not physically no, however you like to fuck with people's minds, and you're very good at it."

Gin's grin widened. "Oh, so you don't want to entertain me? How disappointing." Gin walked over and plucked the journal out of Sayzel's hands. Then he leaned down so he was right beside his ear. "You should keep me entertained, who knows what I would do when I'm bored. Perhaps I'll kill you." He pulled back and threw over his shoulder at the frozen Sayzel. "Just kidding."

Sayzel quickly backed out of the door, figuring he had pushed his luck far enough for one day. He didn't doubt for a second that Gin would make good on his subtle threat, and he had no wish to die.

The second Sayzel was gone from his sight Gin dropped his smile. He hated smiling all the time, but it was the best way to unnerve his victims. Right now though, he was too exhausted mentally to keep his unnerving smile up, to keep his mask up when he didn't have too.

He dropped the journal onto the table then made his way to flop on the bed. He watched the moon out of the window, and wondered what Hueco Mundo was before it was made into this eternal desert of night. He sighed again; he really wanted his Ran-chan right now.

"I miss you Rangiku. I wish you were here to tell me everything will work out fine. I want to see you one last time, just one last time."

II

Orihime was a woman on a mission, and that was to find out what the hell Ulquiorra meant when he said she was his. She belonged to no one; although she wouldn't mind belonging to Ichigo.

"Ulquiorra-kun," she started tentatively. "What did you mean when you said I now belong to you, as far as I'm concerned I don't belong to anyone?"

Ulquiorra frozen as he sat the plate of food down in front of her, then he stiffly took the seat across from her.

"Eat your meal first, then I will answer any question you have about last night."

His face was carefully blank, it was different the stoic mask she was used to. He really didn't want to talk about what had happened, but he was going to anyway. She was glad for that, it would make things so much easier. Ooh, a banana and hot sauce sandwich. She didn't notice that Ulquiorra had turned green with disgust. As to why this was, he tasted all the foods in case of poisons, and her choice in food was not to his taste. He really couldn't see how she could eat anything that damaging to the pallet. He shuddered as she happily munched.

"Oh, this is so good. You should have a bite Ulquiorra-kun." Orihime moaned in bliss. Ulquiorra flinched.

"No, this food is meant for you. I am a Hollow, it is not necessary for me to eat as you humans do."

Orihime shrugged as she finished her sandwich, missing Ulquiorra's breath of relief.

"If there is one thing that's great about place it's the food." She said happily. "Now, Ulquiorra-kun will you answer my question? Why did you say I belong to you?"

"Because as of last night you do. In Hollow terms you could say our night together was the same as a human wedding ceremony, except much deeper, as Hollows do not have…" He paused looking for the appropriate term, "A divorce. We stay with our chosen mate till one of us dies."

Orihime suddenly felt sick.

III

Ishida Uryu could not believe Ichigo was dead. He had apparently died in his sleep from a terminal illness that he had been diagnosed with a couple of months ago. It was total bull crap meant to satisfy those who had no idea of the existence of the spiritual world. He suspected an arrancar had finally managed to kill him. It somewhat hurt.

Ishida as a rule didn't like Shinigamis. Ichigo however was an exception, even if he pretended to hate him. Truthfully, he cared for the kind hearted substitute, and he could understand Ichigo's need to become stronger, so that he could protect those dear to him. He was going to miss their arguments.

The news of Ichigo's death was not the only thing weighing heavily on his mind. Tatsuki had informed him that Orihime was missing. He was going out of his mind with worry, because his friends seemed to be disappearing one by one.

Sado seemed unmoved by the news, other than upping his training. When asked why, he had replied that Ichigo was counting on him to have his back. He would always have his back even if he wasn't there. Ishida had to get away less he broke down in tears. Then he got to thinking. Was Ichigo really dead? The story told was too thin, and he got it from second-hand sources. He needed to go to the source. He winced, not completely believing in what he was about to do. He was going to visit Kurosaki Isshin.

IV

For the first time in days, for a brief moment, the clouds had cleared, and the warmth of the sun that existed in Ichigo's inner world shined down upon them.

"Hey Old Man, watcha doing?" The young cat eared boy asked curiously.

Zangetsu sighed. The two of them knew so much, and at the same time so little. He opened an eye and looked down at the two curious faces.

"I am meditating, perhaps you should try it. It's good for clearing the mind.'

The two children made a face, obviously not pleased with that idea. Then skipped off, leaving him alone, they didn't want to be affected by his poison of meditation as they called it. He then returned to his semi peaceful state until it was interrupted by him being hit upside the head with a bolt of lightning.

"Sorry, old man!" The girl yelled not sounding apologetic at all. "We're practicing our powers."

Zangetsu took a calming breath, concentrating on ignoring the giggling of the two terrors. Still they had kind of grown on him. He was going to miss them when they were gone. Not that he would ever admit that aloud.

V

Noriykoi: Woohoo, I'm on a roll.

Ichigo: I gave in way too easy, I am not that easy of a fuck!

Shiro: Read carefully Queeny, you only gave in 'cause you knew fighting would be pointless.

Grimmjow: You got us back to. (shudders) I'm gonna go worship the porcelain god some more.

Noriykoi: Well Mist hope you enjoyed it.

Mist_shadow: yep, I did. Very little mistakes this time *beams*. Some fish with pickles and fermented milk, Ichigo? I also have rye bread, potatoes and garlic for the weak stomachs over there *waves towards a bathroom where sounds of retching can be heard*. Oh, and caviar, must not forget caviar.